Hunger

It was hard to eat. My usual comfort food fell flat.
Every dull taste triggered what can only be described as a deep seated nausea, an unsatisfying experience of nothingness.

Knowing that nothing would satiate me, forced me to find comfort in the emptiness.
Eating just to the edge of satisfaction, I could reclaim the space in my gut that must have been filled with him?

It’s true he kept me full.

I prefer my post breakup stomach though. Looking at her new form I wonder if there is a correlation between her size and how I noticed she kept getting bigger the longer I felt unseen.

Sometimes, around 4 am I would wake up muggy, I’d feel damp with dread. It took about 2 weeks to sweat out all his heavy emotions. Washing them down the drain in the morning, I felt lighter knowing none of them are mine.