The most “diet” dish you can be served.
Especially from the hands of someone you trust.

Spoon.
Word.
Hope.

You eat.
Tastes good.
But the hunger never fades.

Rip the spoon away.
And stick it where your anger tells you.
Eyes.
Throat.
Or a shameless ass.

Empty promises — banned.
The one who served them — gone.