Eating With Arfid Poem by Maximus D. Redwood

For me, eating is a chore.
Yes, I know, it's hard to ignore.
It may be easy for you, but
I'll take one bite, and it—
It's just unnatural.
It feels unnatural.
This is unnatural.
I chew, and unlike others, I have to think of chewing,
Grinding the food down with my—
My teeth.
I have to ignore the fact that the texture is not just right.
I have to think of swallowing.
I have to ignore my fear of choking.
I think of the food in my mouth.
I have to ignore the food in my mouth.
A wave of nausea always greets me with a—
A wide grin, seldom welcoming.
It hugs me, encompasses me, takes over me,
And I eat no more.
How could I when it is just a chore?