Hunger

My thought stops suddenly
My eyes expand
Pupils dialate
The pit is opened
It must be appeased
Stomach… Calm down. I’m almost done. I know you want food.
Stomach: I DEMAND SACRIFICES.
You’re such a melodramatic
Stomach: APPEASE ME. CEASE THESE SENSELESS REPETITIVE MOTIONS
Listen dude. Do you like cake?
STOMACH: I LOVE CAKE. IT IS FAVORITE SACRIFICE. OF THE CHEESE VARIETY
I know, that’s why I’m doing these repetitive motions. Now shut up and let me finish. Food will be made soon
stomach: NEVER
ugh.

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