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I watched

as you satisfy

your craving

for anything insipid

to ingest.

You find joy

in a breakfast

of crushed chalk

spread between

two crumpled papers,

washing them down

with stale pen inks.

You find bliss

in a lunch

of pickled pebbles

and pungent soil

followed by an ounce

of fresh piddle.

You find euphoria

in a dinner

of tiny rust

and cold metal

finishing it off

with rancid acid.

You wondered:

why your throat is inflamed,

your chest in pain,

and worms

dwell inside you.

I wondered:

how you survived

while I slowly died

watching.