What is consuming what ?

I'm hungry but nauseated 

I'm starving, but won't take a single bite since I'm still chewing. I can't let it go to waste

I can't puke it up and watch the partially digested parts cling to the whole like some pathetic self-Frankenstein 

So I hold it down and chew and chew till I find some value from the tasteless rubber that's starting to make my teeth hurt

And I'm hungrier than before

I wonder why some have different tastes from others

How someone can look at a bowl of clumsy paste, a particularly shade of candy beige that a depressed mother would call 'spicy', and devour it like it was their last meal

Maybe I'm beyond the hungry, and my insides are feasting on the oozing pink blob in my head that knows how defenseless it is

It watches and watches and knows how much time is left, and all we can think is

I'm hungry

Do we consider the past us as alive or dead? Alive is something you can see

Something you can feel

The blood rising to your head when you tipped upside down as a child

"Who can hold a handstand the longest"?

Is that child dead to you

The past is the past, and it cannot be changed. 

It's like a- picture -n old drawing we can imagine, but can't copy all the details of

Does one consume that? Did you digest it all and let it be waste, but not as garbage

As fertilizer

Does one chew on it? You can still feel the chunks in your mouth 

The sharp edges

" I can't swallow that, not like this. I'll choke. I'll die," you think, but never really know

How much more chewing till your teeth shave down into gums, and those sharp edges bite back

Perhaps you've already lost some teeth

Maybe you never had the guts to bite down, and now you're starving

Skin and bone

Nothing left to eat but feast upon feast before you if you'd only take the first

Bite

I bit someone once

As a child

I remember sinking my teeth into her flesh and thinking, " This is all I have left." Hands full and my brain wired

I wasn't hungry

But I was drooling

I bit someone once

As a child

I remember sinking my teeth into her flesh and thinking, " This is all I have left." Hands full and my brain wired

I wasn't hungry.

"Just a nip." It didn't even leave a mark, but she didn't hit me when I did

Just stared and I let go

I was, of course, punished for this animalistic behavior 

"We're humans, we're better than stray dogs on the street fighting over a bone."

But we're all just hungry. Some of us are starving, and others are fat and sweat lard.

They stink of grease and smell like sizzling meat when they are scorched

Bad dogs bite

Bad dogs are skinny and bony

And we're still hungry

I'm nauseous but still chewing

Enjoy your meal.