it beams on me
like a falling star
the fridge light i mean
it teases me
and if it could
it would mock me too
it calls to me
begs me to give it a taste
my favorite food i mean
which is funny because
little me wouldn't even think twice about it
she's grabbed a spoon
and it wouldn't sting her hands
she'd be giggling watching it heat up in the microwave
and she wouldn't see a soaked face in the reflection
she'd go about her day
and she'd twirl and twinkle in her toyroom afterward
and she wouldn't look in the mirror for hours after
wondering where she went wrong
she wouldn't overwork herself the next day
and she would sleep soundly
without a skip of a beat in her heart
i am no different from a monster
i feel no different from the boogeyman
i see no different from grime and grease
and no matter how hard i wash i won't come clean
and i can't stop shoveling
and shoveling
and shoveling
and shoveling
i wanna change
my brain screams no
she pleads and begs
she ask me why i am doing this
she curdles the plan i had before in my ear
and she pounds on the surface of my eyes
and watches helplessly as it goes down my system
but my hands can't stop moving
and grabbing
and tasting
feasting and feasting
until i can't feast anymore
binge after binge
it rattled through my bones
as i swallow the final bite
what have i done?
what will i do?
how do i stop it?
the little me, she stares at me
and that, was the worst pill to swallow
because she wasn't afraid of me
or in horror
the sweet thing, she was only confused
she doesn't recognize me.
not anymore.
-k
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