Daggers

Do i know how your hands feel
as you grab leftovers from the garbage can
how it feels to your tongue as you taste it.
Its slimy greasy touch polluting your mouth

When the hunger burns holes in your stomach
In the mirror you see a person you dont know
You lost your face , instead you see the bones through skin

Around you a war wages , crying souls that haunt you
The sand that slips through your fingers stains you
The crimson red wont wash away, sticks like glue on your fingers

Whistling sounds that disturb the desert,
followed by rumbling booms that spread sand and debris
Can i really feel