Grumbling

I am bloated. full. stagnant.
I overly exhausted the appetite.

the tired jaw muscles can barely shut my mouth at this point
the leather strap between my teeth has been weathered worn out
has become too hard to chew has fallen apart just to get stuck
down my throat so I choke on the broken restraints no more reins
to keep me in line – or I guess it was in circles the entire time –

the stomach ache will pass now that I managed to swallow the gritty bits
the bitter the dry the old .
all I have left to do is sit and wait and process. have my guts digest
what my brains failed to fathom.
have it drip feed into my dreams the lesson to learn
before I find my hunger again and move forward.

KH.