Hunger Within

The mother threw herself into

fits of delirium for

her three sons couldn’t five wives

except their own

sister.

 

A silent violent outburst:

her sneer

to her daughter’s

continuous lascivious acts

flirting with her

sons

every night.

 

Her own blood.

Her own flesh.

 

So she

finally decided

to purge their sins

and erase

their shameful existences

as though having her vein severed

the connection between them.

 

She

lulled them to eternal sleep

and left their to rot

where grew

in their graves

betel nut

buyo

tobacco

and clam shells.

 

She plucked the leaves

of tobacco

growing in her daughter’s grave

and chewed

and chewed the others’ too.

Her daughter’s intoxicating taste on

her lips mixed

with her sons’

like a feast.

 

Then

she spat her children’s

incessant tears and her own

painful labor

 

back to earth,

her hunger unsatisfied

within.

 

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