Quiet Feet

The unrelenting mirror

Screams my every flaw

Throws at me a piercing jeer

And to my knees I fall

To the kitchen, quiet feet

To seize my kind of drug

For hours on end I sit and eat

To ease the devil’s tug

And when I’m through my conscious shouts;

“You’re getting way too fat!

Go throw it up! Get it out!

That should take care of that!”

I close my eyes and breathe

Shut and lock the door

My chest begins to heave 

As I shove my finger more

Disgorged food obstructs my throat

Acidic venom fills my mouth

My stomach’s contents now afloat

But that was just the first round

For hours I retch and heave and shake

Until I can retch no more

With my last of energy a breath I take

And collapse onto the floor

I wake with a start

A sudden need to eat

The hellish cycle restarts

With oh so quiet feet

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You have a fairly good concept, if it is a little overdone, and you manage to express it fairly well. I would have liked to have seen a bit more imagery instead of just rote description, but either way this is a good start.