Detox

Detox....

Difficult to swallow and bitter to the taste.
But in order to be effective must be followed through to the end.
So before I talk myself out of it, let me hold my nose and quickly gulp the roughage.

Been fooling myself.
Deluding myself.

Selective consumption of what initially appeared to be an overwhelming feast.
Hungrily grabbing at the succulent pieces that I believe are sufficient enough to fill the space within,
whilst turning a blind eye to the elements that are underdone, red raw, seeping with bitterness and emitting a stench so foul and sickening.
Choosing to overlook the bulk that is overdone, where the juices have run dry and leave behind the sour crust of what once was.

I have succumbed to the minority of elements here
that are pleasing to the eye, soothing to the ear.
But on further inspection, even these cannot escape the thick and stifling undertones that serve as a foul marinade comparable only to bile.

A foul marinade that overwhelms the superficial and deceiving juicy cuts that I hoped would nourish me
but eventually, inevitably rob the experience of any sweetness
Leaving in my mouth only a bitter taste.
Now to reluctantly but dutifully scrape the remainder off my plate,
discard the filth that I would only regurgitate.
Cleanse my system and re-initiate with a clean slate.
But. What. A. Waste.