I never realized just how hungry I was, until you fed me sweet words each day for a month.

Now that your cupboard is bare, and you have not a morsel to spare.

I’m afraid I may starve to death, so I’ll begin to prepare,           for the end.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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2 Responses to Sustenance

  1. I of July says:

    sharp! good work Suz 🙂


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