TRIGGER WARNINGS - FOOD RELATED
The first forms of love any of us felt was being fed. That's why you "forget" to eat so often. You don't know how to digest love. It was never a part of your diet. Your meal always had extra helpings of guilt, a side of taunts, and "gentle reminders" to taste, which you swallowed with the help of tears, sometimes yours, mostly hers.
Your body's first response to food (love) is to throw it out. It's allergic to most, and have scars from many. Your stomach stays empty for so long, it has started renting the space out to anxiety.
The last time someone fed you, you were thirteen, on a hospital bed asking the universe when will the food stop tasting so bland, and when will you stop feeling so empty? She never added the spices, or love into your diet, and you always stayed thirteen, wondering if the universe will take pity and send you a cup of ice-cream.
Your phone screen is blinking again. It's another reminder about something that you have already postponed three times in the last two days. Oh right, it's food.
-Ish, does the fork goes in the right hand, or the knife?
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
