Running naked through the tall grasses,

no shoes,

no breath,

no exhaustion,

no thirst,

no thoughts,

Just this hunger,

drenched and clinging to me,

I could attempt to peel it off,

but I keep chasing –

everything else intentionally lost or left behind,

wilting and forlorn

I would have cared before,

I would have walked or even turned around,

but now I run and run and run.

steering clear of any still water,

avoiding all reflections that may show me the truth of what I have become,

a beast on the hunt for something that will never nourish me.