It tasted good So many flavors I truly enjoyed it I enjoyed food
I loved it until I thought of my body Then my stomach lurched It coiled and warped My hunger retreating After only two bites I couldn’t force any more down
I hated the feeling I hated that I couldn’t do it I hated the food
But what I hated most Was my brain For forcing me to think like this I did it subconsciously Not on purpose Never on purpose
It was all my brain
Not my greatest poetry-wise but I had to get my thoughts out of my brain.