I gave food the power in my life
and watch it completely destroy me.
“Does it pick me apart piece by piece?
Or does it eat me
in perfectly portioned bits?
Does it scarf me down?
Or does it daintily
pluck at me with lush lips?
Does it stay awake at night?
Or does it just
eat me completely carefree?”
I wonder why I gave it all this thought
and why I let it turn into such an assault.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
I gave food the power in my life
and watch it completely destroy me.
“Does it pick me apart piece by piece?
Or does it eat me
in perfectly portioned bits?
Does it scarf me down?
Or does it daintily
pluck at me with lush lips?
Does it stay awake at night?
Or does it just
eat me completely carefree?”
I wonder why I gave it all this thought
and why I let it turn into such an assault.
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