The Pain.

Lips Sealed Tight
Skin Inching to the Very Thought of it
Unable to Stop
They Screaming Voices of so Called "Loved Ones" Druming in Your Head
Your Mouth Opens
And Just Like That, Like Magic All of it Finds its Way Out
The Sweet Sticky Chocolate
Chips Drenched in Salsa, a Favorite of Yours
And The Sugar Cookies, All of Them Straight From the Pack
It's All Suddenly Gone
Down the Drain
You Feel Empty, But The Good Kind
An Unanwsered Prayer Suddenly Rings in The Back of Your Head
You Scoff at The Thought of Old Hopes, Now Worthless Passing Gesters
The Phone Rings
And Then it Rings Again
Then a Third Time
You Pick it Up
The Sorce of The Problem
Stirring Up More Unneeded Problems For Your Weak Aching Body
Suddenly Your Hungry Again...