Monday Poem: The Growl of an Empty Stomach
Obtuse hunger pains tickled me,
The halting sounds of an empty stomach,
rattled me out of my lukewarm
bed, on a windy and chilly
Gloomy Monday.
Faint sounds of whispering
Old ladies, echoed throughout my
Dimly lit studio.
"Where are the bandages?"
I disctinctly overheard.
The rotten aromas of three-day old cabbage and
Boiled carrots wafted from my dirty
Kitchen and settled somewhere in between
My cluttered hallway and my scorched taste buds.
"Where are the cheese sandwiches?"
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