31 Tales (Volume II) - Powers Unlocked

Empty - Poem #11

The gurgling of a stomach knows not what will enter it but only longs for it to be filled.
If only there were a way to fill such a stomach without the need to eat.
To eat is to waste time.
Time which could be used for anything else.
Anything other than to eat.
Eating had always been a chore for him.
He had never wanted to eat.
People would always stare at him and judge him and see what food he would place between his teeth.
His teeth and his lips, his lips which were stained by the blood of the meat.
The meat of the steak he would have for his tea.
Gurgle.
There the stomach went again.
Hungry for another bite of the succulent meat.
But he must abstain.
He was wasting his time.
Food is an element that need not arise.
Arise to the palate of which he had not.
His stomach was angry.
Burning and hot.
Screaming for more.
Please sir, more.
Fill me up, I am empty, all I need is more.
More? little stomach you're a selfish fiend.
Fill yourself up don't make your boy scream.
Ok.
The stomach did chime as it filled itself up till it burst at its sides.
Screams could be heard all down the street.
As the food. As the feast. Burst through the flesh of the boy whose only sin was fearing to eat.
He couldn't help it.
It was programmed in.
If only there was someone who had listened to him.
Always told that if he didn't eat he'd wind up in a box.
Skinny and small and such a great loss.
Now it is true. He was sent to his grave.
But no box could hold this boy who was brave.