The hunger burns before the gifted slice of pizza turns the roof of your mouth into a tattered napkin of flesh.
Naw, the hunger doesn’t burn, what burns is the hours you spend too proud to ask strangers for money to get something to eat.
And the pizza, it’s kind and all, but it’s also a display of mistrust.
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