Disorder

Workshop poem #2 - Critiques welcome! :)

 

Disorder

 

Creature of her disgust –

Her eyes slice across the short distance to where it stands,

Victim of her scrutinizing.

Such obesity and corpulent waste!

She ponders the purpose of her own existence,

Finding no suitable answer.

 

The vulgar reflection makes her cringe,

Repelled by the honesty of the mirror’s image;

It offers a condemning critique.

She circles bony hands about her waist,

Shocked at the mounds of flesh filling her palms.

Skin is pinched between fingertips.

 

She recalls each sinful lust

For delicacies which might be consumed, hands

Constantly grasping for another taste

That would not be allowed.

How much longer before perfection is attained?

Another day without food.

 

Author's Note

Looking for constructive criticism please? I feel like it could be improved so let me know! :)