Locusts

So they binge.
Who the fuck cares?

I do too,
And I’ve no Bible chapters written.

They shine emerald and gold,
Mandibles elegant in insatiability.

My boundless hunger brings cracked teeth,
Lost enamel even, a worn esophagus

Their hunger draws a god’s attention,
A prophet even, to draw down wrath
Strike bare the hunger that strikes bare.

Mine brings naught but emptiness
Begetting emptiness.

~ by Benji on 17 FriAmerica/Los_Angeles2014-08-29T16:40:38-07:00America/Los_Angeles08bAmerica/Los_AngelesFri, 29 Aug 2014 16:40:38 -0700 2017.

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