I'm not hungry.
How many times have
I said that?
This time, it's the
recent woman.
She wants to savor
the buzz.
Food would interfere.
I know it all too
well.
The hell of not
eating to maintain
the high.
Food absorbs.
I used to go
six to ten days
without a bite.
The light goes out.
The brain begins to
eat itself.
She's starving.
She's starving.....................fulcrum! Hunger depicted in this poem is reflective in other dimension...appreciated! !
Now, that was enigmatic. Another kind of hunger? At least one reader thought it was about a liquid diet. Read mine - Indebted - Adeline
Starving for self indulgence is a sad state of affair. I have lived days where the fridge was bare. And it's emptiness wasn't by choice. Till you have to starve you have no idea what it really is. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem about food.Likes.