BODY IMAGE Poem: Emptiness, by Rana Barua

I tied a noose with heartstrings
They’ve long outlived their purpose.
I feast with a tuning fork
Isn’t hunger the path to happiness.
I cry silent and sleepless
Unable to talk, even to myself
I hate how I look with a beard
I grow it out. What’s a little more hate?

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