Dinner of the Heartbroken

By Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon

Hungry hungry child

What is it that she craves?

A starve for touch

Or a rumble from the stomach

A plate of food

Or a mouthful of love

There are hearts on a plate

And with hunger in her eyes

She slices through them

Easy, greasy, like butter

They spill and soil the table

The same strawberry colour

As the jam smoothed over her toast