Wounds suppurate and fester; lesions across the skin
barely stretch across a relentlessly churning stomach -
hunger, of which can never be sated.
He grows taller and sicker with each morsel of flesh
that still, even now, reminds him of his own,
as he sucks the marrow from their bones.
A child’s pleas for help can echo in the sodden bowels
of the forest for what seems like an eternity,
especially if that child is yours.
Eternity is four days of stumbling through twisted, knotted
boughs, which weave a deeper darkness each passing day.
The unwavering urge to feed
means reeving towards the gut of the gluttonous woods;
begging for complete starvation.
He has made this journey many times before.
He has to.
Inspired by Wendigo, a grotesquely cursed figure, plagued with perpetual starvation and often times even succumbing to cannibalism. Once human, but now stripped of all humanity, a meeting with a Wendigo would most likely result in your death, or worse still, a curse of which dooms you to the same fate.
I think I’ve said this on every poem you wrote with mythological creatures , I love those poems and I reallyyyy enjoy them.
The thing is, I know they are based on those creatures but every time I could see a deeper meaning. So this evil spirit here becomes a powerful metaphor for an abusive person. The ending lines compliment that so well that it gave me chills.
This is such a great write, I was really excited when I saw the title!!