Grief Is The Thing I Eat Poem by Anisa Tara

Grief is the thing I eat,
I chew till it hurts,
Till everything falls apart.

He's the song I hear,
Ringing on repeat,
Day and night I hear him sing.

My eyes glazed over,
Tinted with grief,
He is all I see.

The face I open my eyes to,
The shadow in the corner,
The bed I come home to.

I eat but I'm still empty,
He takes the things he wants,
I don't recognize my body,
I've forgotten how to write,
Simple things startle me,
Everything is left unattended for him, that is just how he likes it.

I speak little, I say less
I numb myself with an endless stream of nonsense,
Desensitizing my senses
Something has stopped working
In it's stead he sits
Grief is the thing I eat