Hunger

I learnt that Hunger, was a sin, from my grandmother. And so I starved. For years, I would eat nothing but the air, and live off of water, tasting the time, as it streamed past my tongue, keeping my Hunger alive, feeding the flame, with an absence, of firewood, a lack of tinder, as if the gods had willed, me to be, empty forever, but never not empty, I had to feel The Hunger, or it would die, and killing, is a sin.