Eat
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To thirteen year old me
you're gonna change a lot over the next few years
your whole world is gonna feel like its upside down
theres going to be days you cant even get out of bed but you need to keep going
Tell me,
What do you see as the end of the world?
Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air?
Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills?
Will we kill ourselves in war?
I wish you could see
how i long for thee.
More than just predictably or physically,
but rather relentlessly
I am from Hell
I was born there
I live there
I will die there
I am from the fires that rage when people are angry
Laugh there
Love there
Dream there
Creepy crawlies trample the pillows
Of those who are long lost
Some are visited by grieving whispers
And others still lay where they were first tossed
Smoky fog rises from the ground
Food doesn’t hurt me.
It doesn’t tell me anything bad.
It doesn’t push me around.
It doesn’t make me sad.
But it does make me more round.
Its swirls were intriguing
Salvation meant his heart was beating
His taste buds protruded the gum from his mouth
And lifted themselves to curve:
A
Perfect
Sugar
Point
Rrrringg! The bell squeals like a famished pig
And everyone bolts out of class,
Stomachs filled with
Emptiness.
The heavenly menu for lunch
Stimulates my anxious taste buds
As if they were given
I eat and I eat, but I cannot stop
The horse in the rain goes "clop clop"
I eat and I eat, and soon I will pop
Somebody come quick, we need a mop!
