The slow nauseating feel when you’re around food

The death to your tastebuds

Losing taste for the things you love

One

By

One

You still crave those things

But you only think you know how they taste

The fried chicken you want daily is used for smell

As you can’t taste the Kentucky fried goodness

The mashed potatoes and gravy becomes spicy and unwanted but the craving is still there

The Pepsi you’d have daily with that marborlo light

Now is no where in sight

The taste is so far gone

My moms fading to no where in sight