Infinite Hunger Poem by Slavica Gadzova

Infinite Hunger



I feed it
with my own flesh and blood
it's the only thing that exists
it becomes greater with every breath
with every look I take

I'm becoming miniature

as it grows
I become smaller
as it broadens
I become narrower
it shines
I become darker
neither can it be satisfied
nor it will be satisfied

I disappear.

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Slavica Gadzova

Slavica Gadzova

Bitola, Republic of Macedonia
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