The leaves fall like decomposing bodies
Eyes on her sister
A shadow lures her to swallow her scream
Convincing her to see how small it’ll vibrate in her stomach
synoptic starvation suppresses her hunger
Under a stream of weed
The other is headed for the water
There’s no starry streams
Eyes on her sister
Her hand flailing above water
The leaves fall another season
they have no rhythm
The old roots wrap around her mouth
Shes swallowing samplings of screams
More than what’s on her spoon
It tells her not to be too full
She is
She’s no longer at the dinner table
A starved worm in a cocoon
The other a moth hiding under the table