No more.

No more, please.
I’m full.
I’ve had enough.
No more feeding.
I cannot eat another bite.
I just want to sit now.
Silent and comfy.
I swear I will burst.
Pop my seams if I take one more bite.
And yet, I want one more bite.
I would risk one more chew.
one more munch.
I would take one more gulp and
enjoy the juice dribbling down my chin.
If only the taste
were as sweet as it was before.
but now, alas the taste has gone sour.
I left it too long.
I let it mature and resisted the urge
to bite.
to tear.
to chew.
Now all that remains
is to swallow my pride.

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