this morning #1076.

this morning, i could feel the hunger seeping in. straight through the thin of my skin & then to the ribs before continuing on to my heart. a sense of sharp stops & starts in my blood flow. i had to hurry home, fend off the pangs, prevent them from infecting my brain more than they have already. there’s no one to blame but myself. i’m the one who’s been out all night. ignoring the obvious warning signs. now i find myself wandering. wondering. in need of sustenance. internal damage probably already done. for the rest of my walk home, i plodded along like a zombie. by the time i arrived, my mind was adrift. within fifteen minutes, i’d eaten every donut in the house. then i passed the hell out.