Eat

I am too focused on ignoring the head-ache inducing smell of food infecting the kitchen to pay much attention to the murmuring TV.
Suddenly, she is splashed across the screen.
The girl with the tiny little bird bones poking through parchment skin.
I am horrifically unsurprised.
Something deep inside me had known this was imminent.
The saying that the TV puts on ten pounds is a lie.
She looks twenty pounds bonier.
They are doing a segment on social disorders.
I snatch the remote away.
The TV dies with a slight buzz.
The rest of the day, I have a sick feeling in my gut.
The funeral is held the next day.
Why do I mourn for a person I do not know?
Something in my head tells me that I know why.