She Eats

I called her and she asked, 'What did I do?' but I stopped. I thought I'm not going there, because the asshole eats. ~ One of us!

It's a choice. Anger. Fury. The blame game.
It's a habit, make someone hurt
to share it, to bear it, to disown it.
It's a choice, to roil up emotions,
to suffer, to play the martyr, to gain pity.
Then it's a disease to fall back to comfort —
even miserable comfort – numbing the pain,
forgetting the blaming, the hurting, the rage...
regressing to actions long-since devoid
of soothing properties, those misnamed
comfort foods.