I'm Hungry, Now

Future swells like a frothing, menacing wave
Hungry and parched, a sink seeking its source

Always late for supper, future never arrives
now, now, give consolation for wilting, reeking past

Time is the great undoer of future and past
Curdling smooth surfaces as milk, into writhing singularities

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

Never know what to expect from you and I love it every time! "Always late for supper, future never arrives
now, now, give consolation for wilting, reeking past
" I love the motherly tone of this line and how conversational and casual the whole thing is! So unique in style I am honestly impressed by the tone of your pieces; they really resonate a depth to which I have yet to fathom but am supremely curious to uncover!! Someday!

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you so much Winslow, I hope to put out some more writing soon! And I intend to look at some more of yours.

[Winslow Des Totes]

Don't worry about it! Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed this piece :) so thank you!