I have too much on my plate right now. My mouth is full and I can’t chew anymore. I can’t anymore. Bloated. Slowly but surely, slabs and smells finding their way to bursting out of my thick flesh, escaping out of my muddy head. I can’t anymore.

I vomit. I feel disgust, exhaustion, relief, all at the same time. The release was a healing.

Now, I can go on. I gloss my lips pink and I surrender.