Starving

Hurrying nowhere the day is one long hour of silence slept cold next to you and the other half is where you end up smothered in down comfort the sun comes and peeks through the window teases you with warm whispers on the nape of your neck grazes you with kisses and make-believe fairy tales of dreaming you dreamt arms nestled in blankets beckoning like butterflies fully aroused ready to hatch Instead you unlatch like a Frankenstein experiment and his last battle with bastions of sorrow, with a one-on-one tournament of unsettled truth, throw your legs over the edge of the bed, recoil from the cold water that stings your face your head cracking like a dropped egg your heart put through a Cuisinart set on puree and starving... starving while you stand on the cold floor with bare feet wondering how you arrived at the state of staring blankly in the fridge -Karma