Stasia Todd

pangs

I wonder if I am getting sick again

my mouth has seemed to divorce itself from hunger

but my teeth embody an obligated father paying his monthly dues

the bite is such forced support

I wonder if I am getting sick again 

purging unconsensually 

and heaving aridly 

it is been hard to feel hungry 

but in reality, I am starving

for a mind full of everything but guilt

 

 
  • Author: Stasia Todd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2023 18:45
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  • L. B. Mek

    forgive me
    if I've interpreted your words wrongly dear poet
    thanks for sharing, stay strong!
    (eating disorders
    are such a menace to our essential
    prerequisite need, for surviving life..
    traumatise, our mind
    decimate our physically state
    while all around us, people
    shove spoons and forks
    in our faces
    and question, how much of it all
    is down to a warped notion
    of attention seeking
    or some dramatised, act
    of unwarranted victimhood, status..
    little knowing
    how deep, the suffering seeps-in
    far
    far beyond our acid scarred lungs
    and involuntarily trembling fingers..)



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