I am full. Full and hungry and empty and bloated, all at the same time.
I eat my food like I eat my words: I take big, big bites, more than I can handle, and I roll it around in my mouth before swallowing it whole.
It gets stuck in my throat and I pour water in to force it down. It's heavy inside me, food and words and water, but I'm still unfulfilled. I want more, when more will only make me sick. Words aren't enough, and food is too much.
I can't stop taking those big bites, though. Can't stop myself consuming more. Surely I'll drown soon, if I don't learn to chew.