I'm not hungry.
How many times have
I said that?
This time, it's the
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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.
She's starving.....................fulcrum! Hunger depicted in this poem is reflective in other dimension...appreciated! !