FOOD

And thus I sat, hungry, starving for affection missing the love that fed my soul, now blackened and rotting and the love of my life laughs as I ferment and slowly disappear. I wait for the worms and bacteria to consume my flesh as you once did, but they seem to care more than you ever did, and so I rot and I melt and my inners turn to mush as you walk by with another apple, red delicious.