He asked if I was hungry.
It was more like "famished" but for nothing he held in his hands.
Best to just stay weakened.
Can't let any nourishing thoughts cross my lips...
although they really should.
Here was my begging bowl-
deep and empty
just as it was left
the last time.
All rations had been cut,
and since then I've been malnourished.
His neglect, and my sadness;
One day there may be nothing left of me
because I've been starved.
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