hit the floor

 

cold tiles

closed door

throat burning

hit the floor

 

bright lights

flicker flicker

clean it up

their steps are quicker

 

stomach screaming

growing guilt

tiny triumph

being built

 

“i’m not hungry.”

they will doubt

frowning faces

get me out

 

white shirt

thick stains

flush the toilet

hear the drain

 

grab a mint

feeling hollow

spit it out

before you swallow

 

hours pass

the screaming’s worse

take a bite or

call the hearse

 

dinner time

façade façade

pass the peas

slice the cod

 

try the sausage

try the soup

plate is clean

shoulders droop

 

walk to prison

flick the light

grab the bowl

grip tight

 

see the mirror

look at that

tears streaming

still fat

 

cold tiles

closed door

throat burning

hit the floor

Reviews

Awesome the short rhythm of the words make it so you can't stop reading. I admire how you made it so some could relate well...=)

[Andre Lamy]

wow, very creepy but so good. cant decide wether its about death or drugs? any how very good