Pounds of flesh

I recently fell back into an old routine.

I lick my lips

One more spoonful

One more chip

One more lick

One more bite

And one look in the mirror creates a chorus of spite.

Look at you, 

Extra softness on your body.

Padding around your face.

Expanded waist and hips.

Your body is a complete disgrace.

No wonder no one loves you

And you're entirely alone.

There's nothing you can offer,

except extra fat on bone.

Listen to you,

Lights off and door tightly shut.

Whimpering on the bathroom floor.

Knees pulled to your chest.

Crying, "no more, no more."

And yet you pull yourself back up.

Hands on the cold ceramic bowl.

Assume the time-honored position,

And force one last pull.

Touch you,

You're soft and vulnerable.

A body full of weak spots 

But let anyone else know

and you're damaged even more.

It's been six years.

Sometimes you're left alone.

But more often than not,

I'm right beside you,

Breaking you down,

turned into simple flesh,

alone and defenseless.

Reviews

[Wynter Page]

Heartbreaking, this pain is raw and real and the honesty makes it amazing. I love this.

[Im His Daughter]

wow.. this is tragic but well written.. keep it up.. you are awesome at writing.

[nirvanakcid]

Haunting and emotional. Great detail in your words. Vivid, well-written as per usual.