Eat

Since Aunt passed

I have eaten less and less.

Mercifully there is no one

to nag me; our caregivers

don’t seem fazed by my

untouched plates. I was

always a fussy eater,

and now the taste of red

meat has become truly

repellent to me.

I have shed ten kilos

since the funeral.

I have yet to shove

three fingers down

my throat, but it is

coming. My once

hugging jeans are

baggy, I often feel

I may faint. They will

say it is a cry for help.

But I don’t think

I can ever cry again.

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