the LEAST wins.

a poem about my 10 year battle with my eating disorder.

tingling arms, legs, hands, feet

thumping, stopping chest

thumps, "your head's too heavy"

     now fall back

 

hold head high

creating diagonal downward

to left, ripping tear

   holding closely at the diagonal

two holes underneath

open to the back, straight through

emptiness is calling me, emptiness is paining me

 

down under my ribs it

eats away at me,

emptiness is calling me,

emptiness is paining me,

my stomach shrieks,

my stomach tightens and moans,

oh how i wish it wouldn't groan,

emptiness is calling me,

emptiness is paining me,

cut out parts of you

to make me whole,

LESS is more

 

tingling arms, legs, hands, feet

the tingles of emptiness

calling my name

make me more empty

make me complete

make the pain stop when i

have this game beat

 

july 15th, 2008

 

Author's Note

how is the intensity? the overall tone? what stands out to you? what should i change?