|like it's nothing
Author: punctured.lungs PM
they give us half an hour for lunch at school. /trigger/Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 122 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 09-01-11 - id: 2948565
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they do this like it's nothing,
like it's habit or muscle memory or
absolutely fucking nothing.
and maybe it is, for them.
but i can't figure out how they do it -
how they eat, right in the open,
entire meals without a second thought.
crumbs flying, teeth moving,
talking with their mouths full.
and i'm sitting here, hollow stomach,
digging my gaily-painted nails into my palms,
laughing and pretending this isn't real,
i'm not hungry.
because me, i have to coax and placate myself
for hours in order to
swallow a single bite in front of
any other person.
and they don't understand this
because they, they,
they do this like it's nothing.