Hunger by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Andrea Kowch

those cold evenings
coming inside
the house and crying
"Mom, I'm hungry."

A whirl on the heels
A stare colder than
the outside weather
Hands on her hips
"Show me your tongue."

The little mouth opens
and the tongue
comes out

She stares at it
and then grabs it between
her thumb and index
and studies it, gives it
a rub and
declares: "No. You're not that
hungry. Get out of
here and leave me alone."

And her words carry the finality
of God's words from
the Bible
because she is the god of this
small world
and her word is law

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  1. Can’t help but feel for the child. When one is little, one’s say hardly matters. The parents could be God or the Devil. Innocence eithers blooms or pays the price.
    Nice story. 🙂

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    1. ヽ(•‿•)ノ Thank you, Terveen!

      Indeed, a lot of parents don’t realize that for a time they are like gods in the lives of their children, and this often leads to them descending into devils.

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  2. Whoa…needed my winter coat for that one! Great job! It felt so cold and barren and quite honestly, not in the sense that my mother was ever that cold, but it does remind me the of times when we would need the foodbank. When you open your cupboard and realize, you can only get so creative with food…yeah…that’s cold.

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