Clawing at Crumbs.

A poem on craving love, consumed by jealousy and longing.

WRITTEN BY: SOPHIA CARD   |    ILLUSTRATED BY: TIANA

I gorge myself on the crumbs you provide,

insisting that you do indeed care, as you dish out

feasts of love to others. They dine and drink

from your adoration over warm, delightful dinners.

I eat the leftovers when you allow it.

I fight to ignore this ache in my stomach, satisfy on

what little I have, but this ache grows louder and

whispers of jealousy turn to screams as others are

filled with the joy I crave; the love I must claw and beg

and shout for, giving all of the air in my lungs with

a smile over my lips.

Longing overflows into this glass of wine I seek to fill,

dripping down my chin, staining my throat and the

fresh white of my clothes— I lift the cup higher and higher,

searching for any last drop of your love.

I wish I had never drank from your cup, so that I might not

have known a delicacy I would so desperately wish to taste again.