Hunger. 
Causing deep jabbing renlentless paints in my stomach.
Pain causing agony.
Pleading, begging, praying for nourishment.
Scents of burning sticks and sweet smelling candles tempting
my stomach.
Torture.
Torturing.
Teasing.
Hunger increasing.
Empty packet letting out a fierce growl.
As if to remind me of its status.
As if I'd forgotten.
Wish.
Wish I do that I could remove my stomach.
Remove it and simply live on breath.
Smell.
Even taste without consumption.
Life would be much easier.
Easier without the constant rumblings of a whiney stomach.
Aching.
Pawing.
Bitching.
Begging.
Relentless nagging.
Relentless studdering growling.
Devoure a crumb of mouth watering cake you say?
Who would dare to think of such things!?
One crumb here.
One slimey pound of lard smacked effortlessly onto my rear.
One lone crisp there.
A million more pounds mysteriously appearing on my thighs.
Chunky lard surrounding my bones.
Consuming.
Overtaking.
Loss of breath.
Loss of beauty.
Loss of worth.
Loss of life!
And so I sit.
Scolding my endlessly erupting tummy to be quiet and
settle.
And so I sit.
Dreaming of a bowl of creamy frozen yogurt.
And so I sit.
Waiting for the day the hunger stops.