My final bites

My Final Bites

The fast hasn't been broken

Yet I have a bite of delphic

and a glass of anxiety

they are both hard to swallow

All day I dread it

it is the same,

Since I met her - Ana

She breathes down my neck

she convinces me to drink a glass of woe

I give in

It tastes melancholic

Anything more, and I'd be hungry

Ana resents that

Dinner is different

I don't eat at all

I sit for a while

Then suddenly I fall

Lying there I hear Ana

 

She's laughing

"You weren't strong enough"

she spits

 

My final bites

are of my own life