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
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Stasia Todd (
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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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