Goth Gorge

Finished from that WIP shared a little while ago, when we were all supposed to be raptured. Remember?

Instead of doing the thing where I do a bunch of word balloons to tell a back story, I decided to just have it running behind her as an inner monologue of dread, as despite the superficial smile of her tasting that triple bacon cheeseburger, it seems as though she’s befallen some sort of curse & it’s really eating her up on the inside.

Should you want to read it unimpeded:

“OH GOD. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE WHAT IT IS THAT HAS COME OVER ME. BUT THE COMPULSION IS JUST FAR, FAR TOO STRONG. IT’S AS IF I NO LONGER HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST CONTROL OVER MY OWN FACULTIES ANYMORE. I SIMPLY MUST EAT. FEED. SHOVEL ANY AND EVERYTHING I CAN INTO THIS GAPING FUCKING MAW OF MINE. AND YET AS MUCH AS I TRY, IT’S LIKE NOTHING SEEMS TO SATE THIS RABID HUNGER I FEEL. THE PIT IN MY STOMACH IS BOTTOMLESS. I’VE BECOME LIKE SOME ZOMBIE IN SOME STUPID OLD MOVIE, I AM DRIVEN BY THIS RAVENOUS, UNCONTROLLABLE IMPULSE TO CONSUME. CONSUME AND NEVER, EVER STOP. AS IF MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE NOW REVOLVES AROUND THAT VERY PURSUIT OF ENDLESS FEEDING. I’VE BECOME A MINDLESS EATING MACHINE, INCAPABLE OF STOPPING MYSELF, EVEN IF I CAN SEE WHAT ALL THIS CONSTANT FEASTING IS DOING TO ME. OH GOD. THERE’S NO END IN SIGHT. AND IF ALL THAT WASN’T MORTIFYING ON ITS OWN, IT’S AS IF EVERY PERSON IN MY VACINITY IS JUST OPENLY ENCOURAGING THIS GLUTTONOUS BEHAVIOR. I DIDN’T BUY THIS BURGER. A STRANGER WALKED UP TO ME IN THIS FOOD COURT AND TOLD ME THAT I COULD PROBABLY USE IT MORE THAN HIM. AND SOMEHOW, HE WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CORRECT. I SNATCHED IT OUT OF HIS HAND WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT. I BARELY MANAGED A GUTTURAL GRUNT OF APPRECIATION BEFORE MY SAUSAGE LIKE FINGERS STARTED RIPPING AT THE WAXPAPER PACKAGING, EAGER TO STUFF MYSELF FURTHER. I FIND PROTEIN IS THE ONLY THING THAT COMES CLOSE TO SATISFYING THIS NEED I HAVE. MEAT. AND THE GREASIER THE BETTER. BUT THAT FEELING OF RELIEF IS TEMPORARY. EVER-FLEETING, AND GONE WITHIN AN INSTANT. I CAN FEEL MY BODY GROWING WIDER, AND TURGID AS A RESULT. I AM BECOMING A BLOATED MOCKERY OF MY FORMER SELF. OH, BUT I CAN’T SEEM TO BRING MYSELF TO CARE EITHER. NOT BEFORE THE HUNGER REGAINS THE DRIVER’S SEAT. I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN EVEN GO ON LIKE THIS. I FEEL MY FATTENED BODY SLOWING FURTHER WITH EACH BITE. MOVEMENT’S BECOMING SO DIFFICULT. BUT IF I STOP, I’LL GROW SO MUCH BIGGER, HELPLESSLY. THAT IS IF THE PEOPLE DON’T LINE UP IN A ROW, FORCING FOOD UPON ME. AND YET I KNOW, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO JUST SAY NO.”