The increasing whisper

She heard it in the distant faintly crying.

Desperate and longing to be fed

She contemplated it once or twice

Days, weeks,months, years passed.

The hunger cried again

She tried, with all of her heart and soul she tried.

Nothing Worked...

She begged for one

One

One

One

Someone to care to feel. To be there

It cried louder with more intensity

All it wanted was a release

To slip into a easy, peaceful place,

A precise slice would satisfy

With each ticking hour

Minute

Second

The want grew

It couldn't be ignored anymore

A constant battle

Stay or go

Freedom or slavery

What should she do?

To others it was ludicrous, insane, crazy.

But to her it was freedom from this depriving and dying world.

It sneaks up on her it comforts her

Whenever she needs a hand it grips her entire body in solitude

Letting her know whenever she's ready

She's welcome to leave.