Jinxsta Posted February 15, 2010 Report Share Posted February 15, 2010 I see before me an elegant feast, yet I sit here poised with griited teeth. The table is laid and my plate is full, I smile to hide the grimace I pull Feels like all the guests have begun clocking that behind my eyes my minds tick-tocking. I count the tiles, the knives, and the spoons anything, to divert my attention from the food. I see others shovelling food in there mouths, my throat constricts, and i need to get out. Anywhere from here, away from this platter to a place where food doesnt matter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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