On Hunger
By: Julija Norvidaite
A fractured layer of Need unlocks the inside of the observable body at the crack of dawn – a daily wake up song. I notice how my thoughts hurry as sugar grains in the rain: so quick to merge with the elements yet it is too early and they are too fragile to survive. I hear it before I taste it. The sound of hunger enters my limited space with mathematical precision every single day as the gates of my minds are pushed open. The bells of my church have spread the message.
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