I am the hungriest of all ghosts.
My appetite is like a raging beast.
Ferocity and weakness live in the same mouth
yelling for help,
cursing when it doesn’t come.
Nothing fills me up. Nothing
Only moaning and the sound of a dry wind
bring me in
to this place of reckoning. This
where hungry ghosts fight shadows and whispers
I have been
here before. I was as lonely then
as I am now.
I consume and consume and nothing satisfies.
There is blood in my teeth and on my hands
and no one understands the urgency with which I seek satiety.
Greedy, hungry ghost.
What hurts the most is the
is the heart that lies between
the large belly and slender throat.