Dig Down & Hunger Pangs

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Dig Down

Written 2025-09-19.

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warnings: None
Fandoms: None
Categories: Gen
Relationships: None
Characters: Unspecified Narrator
Other: Nature, Metaphors

Words: 203

Summary: My greatest wish is to escape this place that I long for.

Notes: This poem is actually my rendition of a friend's unpublished writing. Shoutout to Peregrine! Only the general meaning of each paragraph is the same. They did not use many nature-based descriptions (where they did, I used something else), and their prose has a different rhythm / kind of language. So, this is essentially an interpretation exercise (I wanted a more direct comparison of our writing since we write quite differently).

Underneath the threads weaving a shimmering brocade
Pricked fingers bleed pining patterns
I'm oh so sure that I can escape the web of filaments
Dancing between decorative weaves

Even caressed by sunlight
Fears don't dry up and flake away
Even subsumed by the racing river
Tears maintain their salty shape

Cotton and silk wefts are brushed then spun by interning winds
And sold to you and I by nitpicky birds
A ladybug twirls me around in a field of bindi-eye
Whimsy leaks from the punctures once she flutters away

The winding stone path takes me into a maze
I am not yet able to harmonise with the screeching
Nor clean my feet on straw mats
For these doors only shelter faeries

Like leaf litter, my thoughts are blown away
Fertilising someone else's dreams
Heart rot weakens the walls of my home
I alone hear the thud of bark on soil

Gifted a body yet robbed of strength
I imagine change to be a loving god
As if dead or dying, my hands close stiffly around dandelion seeds
While the sun blossoms into dense canopies over me

I frolick in a land of dead air
But I wish I could take a deep breath

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Hunger Pangs

Written 2025-10-13.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warnings: None
Fandoms: None
Categories: Gen
Relationships: Unspecified Narrator & Unnamed Subject
Characters: Unspecified Narrator, Unnamed Subject
Other: Metaphors, Food, Starvation, Poverty, Love, Implication of Drug Use, Implication of Murder, Implication of Sex (& Accidental Implication of Rape), Allusion to Capitalism

Words: 256

Summary: A banquet still wouldn't be enough.

Notes: I felt a little inspired by the "deadly dance/song" vibe of Ravana in FFXIV. Well, I was also a little hungry when I wrote this lol. The relationship is not specifically platonic or romantic/sexual, as it's more figurative than literal.

Forthright and forthcoming, my hunger pangs like tolling explosions
Not once, not twice, beleaguered arms scrape at gently swaying branches
Asking for honey to spill into an open mouth

We couldn't've guessed at love
How does sentiment fill empty stomachs?
I didn't understand until I tasted apple on your lips

I'd act a fool for fulfilment
But you'd never settle for that little
When being yourself is such a high

Under the sun, our hunger whistles
Wouldn't know it from the way we work up a dizzying chant
Weaving our feet together in a trance

Do I want to eat anymore?
The heat of blood calls for another round
Of something that I can't place

"There's no famine while the dance carries on!"
We tell ourselves as blisters dutifully blossom
And I forget my name

I'd jump between universes to eat my fill
If I could distinguish wanted and wanton
Instead, the careless party ramps up

What do we need from each other?
You're asking for ambition but all I got is energy
I might do what it takes to become your blade

When the hymns die down, I wrap us in a wrinkled tablecloth
As if to play at a grand feast
That would have attracted fairies all night long

In the quiet hours, I'm lost in the expanse of my hunger
I don't want to say it out loud
But you could satisfy me

Oh, you could, you could do
The taste is bad, but you could do
It's oh so bittersweet, thank you

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