Limos
My gut so neglected
It devours the air.
I feel as a star about to nova
Empty to bursting
Full with nothing
When not gulping air
it gnaws itself
Turning inward for sustenance
I am unable to give.
The Serpent writhes
Rampant in my system
dulling my mind
weakening my limbs
Punishing failure
To provide.
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