Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Hunger

When I think of the word Hunger, I see an image.


A child, imprisoned, banging both hands, simultaneously, against a metal wall with a barred window slightly above her head. In this vision, I can hear the heavy, continuous, rhythmic banging. At the same time, there is wailing, not screaming, but a consistent "aaaaahhhhhhhgggggg" that never stops.
Palms hitting metal. The begging, pleading, saddening wails. The little girl, empty eyes full of tears, banging, banging, banging...sigh.

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