To feel..

Every Tuesday and sometimes Thursday it comes like clockwork, always the latter part of the day. During the same class, a class that’s fun but with this feeling inside of me I cant focus as well but I fake it and get by, usually by not focusing I can focus and let the time go to the semi splits position.

I feel the pangs of hunger.
I haven’t ate all day and I’m at school, no food and all work.
Society says by now I should have had 2 meals
This is hunger, eating away at nothing but the lining of my stomach.
Im hungry, I haven’t eaten since last night.
Hunger can chew at me like it does third world countries
Im hungry, craving food but I pop another and go on with my day.
It is consuming my inside but I push it aside, knowing I can live a few more weeks without food.
The taste goes lifeless, so I pop round 2 and go on with life.
If It can consume kids late at night, I’ll let it grace my body from time to time.
Round 3 never comes because I’m back home and the feeling disperses whether or not I eat or not.
Pangs returning but dismissing comes quickly and my focus returns to addiction.
Maybe if I drown it in water that exceeds 52 degrees Celsius, maybe its pangs will be to busy trying to survive.
The hunger is gnawing at me, trying to break me down.
Ill add fish to the water, maybe he will be preoccupied with them and not remember me.

Hunger, the hunger trying to escape out into the world of America, where it will find no other vessel to consumer as it does me.