The home is hungry.

Green eyes sprouting all over
claiming their home to be the monster
and they themselves victims
forced to grow
forced to reseed.

The home is hungry
it always has been
waiting for the eyes
to dry up,
and feed the home.

The sprouted eyes
forever riddled within their own judgement
turning towards each other
and departing wisdom
as they deny the others of the same
and the home rumbles
for it is always hungry
and parts die
drying up
waiting to be fed.

This poem is a reaction to the image. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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