I remember how the crumbs from our last shared meal tasted exactly like the hunger you’re nursing now.
The void felt like an empty plate, and honestly, I am too ravenous to decide whether it demands a feast or a eulogy.
A reading from Job 30:3
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
— Job 30:3 (en_bbe)
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Their only hope is in the waste.
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