A woman cries salty tears into her cereal bowl.
Beaten and stressed she wails as she fills her problems with soggy Cheerios.
Three bowls in she stops, her stomach bloated and stretched. Her sorrow still floats in the milk that fills her distended stomach.
The cereal is all that’s left and she throws the box out the door with a sob.
Brown circles of processed wheat flies like hail stones against her car.
The box flops dead on the sidewalk.
Only to become a bed for her fat grey cat until morning, when her children scream, “Mommy we’re out of cereal, the cat stole it!”.
The mothers mouth still tastes of milky vomit as she gets out of bed and makes the children oatmeal instead.