Full Mouth… On An Empty Stomach

A word too many

The tragedy

Of calories

No longer so sweet



Lacking

Guts

And no nuts



Having lost my fangs

The pain

My inane

Blather



Sustenance

Hunting

For nothing



Medicinal curses

Venom

Shred them

My insides



But there’s nothing

As I pray to the porcelain god

Reflecting back my mess



Gasp

Sigh

Why can’t I die?

Close this gate



Holding back

What I need to say

And I don’t lie



Except…



In silence

When it’s my time

But I don’t wonder why

There’s peace



Because my mouth is full

And my stomach’s empty

At my enemy’s table



Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.