This was yesterday's writing. By the time I went to enter it, both my iPad and I were dead.
Gluttony
You can't eat another bite
but do anyway.
The food beckons to you
as if it were a new experience
that will cease to exist
the moment you look away.
With every forkful,
a piece of your soul
bloats beyond recognition.
It expands to allow even
more in even though it knows
regret will come.
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