E.D.

My other has a perverse sense of humor.
My successes entertain her.
I hear her laughter when I’m praying.
She tells me my love is proof free-will does not exist.
She has me locked in a game around her finger.
I orbit like the moon
And we devour the dark hours
I hold my head back
Eyes lock in the mirror
I tie the red scarf on gingerly.
Because when I’m hiding, I’m dividing.
A shape shifter
Fluid, can’t resist her.
Gives me sugar blues.
A distraction, provokes pure emotion.
She’s right. I am not free.

Reviews

[ANTO]

This recalled to me a book I read some while back about twins June and Jennifer Gibbons who had such a destructive hold over each other - I was deeply shocked by their story and it was so sad too. They would say they were locked into a way of life (games) by the other. Thanks for sharing Clementine.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_and_Jennifer_Gibbons

[Clementine Blue]

I dont know how to edit my poem yet haha but this poem is supposed to reflect the struggle to free onself from an eating disorder