Empty

They ain't fed us for five days now. Feel like I'm hollow inside, scooped out and empty. Hungry ain't even the right word anymore. Something way beyond. Something there ain't even a word for, 'less it's one you scream.

Can't think straight. Trying to think about something else 'sides food. Not working.

My Mama - God, I miss you, Mama - used to say "this boy will eat me out of house and home." Right 'fore she passed me another piece of pie usually. Apple was best. Hot, hot fruit, pastry light as air, crunch of sugar baked on top, ice cream, two scoops. Hot and cold together in my mouth, apple, cinnamon vanilla...

Stop it. Stop right there or go nuts. Nuts, oh man, I love nuts.

No! Think about something else, right now. Is bamboo edible? Pandas eat it don't they? Get a hold of yourself, Baracus, you ain't no bear.

Not seen Lin in a week. What if they found out? Nah, they'd have brought him out here and strung him up by his thumbs in fronta us. Just too many guards around, I guess. One's coming close now. Face is watching him like a cat watching a bird. I see why. The bastard - sorry, Mama - is eating a piece of bread. Bet it's not even Lin bread, but right now I'd beg on my knees for a piece, the crust, a bite.

Come a bit closer, you bastard, I'll take a bite outta you.

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