Tip me over the edge,
I'm waiting for your pledge
For me to repeat,
"Don't eat, don't eat."
I shake hands with a boney figure,
Face slim, body slimmer,
Their joints crack with every jolt
They close their eyes and holt.
They whisper quietly and repeat:
"Don't eat, don't eat."
But I did, I gorged myself on carbs
I kept going and it felt so hard
To stop: I couldn't. My stomach was clean,
Now a balloon inflating in need of release.
How can I achieve such a release?
Bent over, head rested against a toilet seat.
A picture of a thin figure on my phone screen.
I mumble tiredly, vomit eroding my teeth:
I whisper quietly and repeat:
"Don't eat, don't eat."
23/11/2016
C.J.
