i feel like i've never left this table
this stupid dining room table
like you've tied me to the chair
and left me here
but i'm not starving though
no—you've set the table
you've force fed me all my fear
shoved it down my throat
with big bright smile on your face
and now i don't feel well
i can feel it sitting at the bottom of my stomach
writhing and aching and burning
i tell you i feel sick
and all you do is smile
all you do is shove down more
like you can't get enough
like you won't be satiated
until im choking on my own fear
and even then you'll still want more
seconds and thirds and fourths
you fucking glutton
you absolute fucking glutton
i am so sick of fear
and the disgusting taste of it
i want to spit it in your face
let you swallow it for once
but i'm frozen in front of you
just waiting for next plate
just writhing and aching and burning
tied to this stupid chair
at this stupid dining room table
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
