273: Starving for Nothing

They taste of nothing

beyond a tinge of sweetness

tucked behind calloused fingers

on metallic strings

and pits of wild cherries

shot like deadly projectiles

from teasing lips.

They spend their day outside

composing lines and lines

that harmonise

with buzzing bees and rustling leaves

and fallen twigs that snap

when you approach.

They taste of nothing

beyond the gleam in their eyes

of sunlight refracted

and cast back,

and an invisible thought

that brushes past you

before disappearing into the night.

Still —

and still —

you watch their fingers picking tunes,

their lips a hazard to the fiercest of defenders,

their very nature lost

as it slips past your tastebuds

undetected,

and you find yourself starving

for more.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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