He never did know when to stop
This addiction was different from the last one
This one was good to the tongue
But unkind to his body
He knew the flavours from their smell
He knew the texture from their look
He knew it all and he wanted it all
He wondered how big he’d get
Before his body wore out
He knew that the taste was the only way
To push behind his pain and trauma
He knew he felt light and free when he ate
He knew the world saw him differently
He knew that food would silence them all!
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