child with no future

her craving is insatiable
like the unseen passion
of sun dried sponges
their thirst never quenched

she smiles dimly...her
stained teeth showing
between lips painted red
by dime store rouge

everything seems empty
her stomach moans
and argues with her all day
her head seems hollow

the itch starts from her toes
and doesn't end till it jumps
from the broken ends of her hair

"one more taste", she thinks to herself
"one more taste and then i can sleep"
but there is nothing left

she could make a soup of tears
add memories from a darkened basement
of an abandoned, broken home
maybe some rice as hard as the rain
that would fill up the cracks of her
parents loveless marriage

no end was in sight, though,
for her particular hunger
this is how it has always been...
she was once a child with no future
and now is a woman with no past