Starvation

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Starvation tastes like serenity.

I slowly swallow nothing, more and

more. I don't know what I'm striving for.

Perfection? Thinness? Nothing?

I sit here, and feel my

stomach clamp and growl.

But I feel more in control

than I do over anything else

I don't know how

this got started. I just get busy and

forget, but then it turns into days

without substance, and I can

feel every beat and pulse of

my body. I am slowly taking

control of something I was told

was uncontrollable. I've always been

told I had to eat. But

I don't. I can change anything if I

can change this. I feel my

body shifting. Find out

different things about something

I have lived in for 19 years, is

amazing.

 

I shake, and I quiver. My throat

is sore but I will not surrender.

I don't know what started this battle.

Too many beauty magazines maybe?

Too much time to think about how unattractive

I was? All of the world screaming that I

should be thinner, should be

anything but what I am.

There is a battle raging

every time I skip a meal,

and every time I take a breath in, and try

to fill up on air.

There is no death wish here in

my head, I just want control over

something that everyone said

I couldn’t have.

 

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

I dig your poem, and can understand but never really know... and sometimes for me, the world is so loud with what Must be looked after, so loud that we often times forget to listen to our own body's hunger... you write honestly and have a straight-forward -this is how it is- style. i dmire that, keep up the great writing. Thanks for sharing this.

~~Cassidy (PoeticFluffer)

[dilettante1890]

Wow. I can relate.

[xlynne]

you nailed it. if i starved myself i imagine this is exactly what i'd be feeling. perfect!

[Alex]

This hits home for me.
And is one of the best written poems on this subject I've read.
Great imagery.

Well done.
=)

[Mary]

"Starvtion tastes like serenity"

Beautiful. This is one subject that is taboo in my head, for me to write about...so many other things I can bare with brutal honesty, but not this. Very moving, thank you.

[Hedra Helix]

I forget to eat when i'm in it, painting/ writing, I forget to sleep too, but it makes me weak and over time I started deciding I didn't like that. I dig being strong.

I like that you bare it.