Fast to float

A poem loosely about anorexia

 

I can fast and purge all of the bad

And keep from feeling weighted down

It will feel so good to be weightless

Floating above all the mere mortals

Delicate; aimlessly moving with the wind

No direction of my own needed

A feeling of existence yet control

Freedom from human needs

Until my balloon self bursts

And I plummet to the ground

To be trampled by the mere mortals I once mocked

Floating high, high above