|Graceful (standard:poetry, 188 words)|
|Author: mimos||Added: Mar 08 2001||Views/Reads: 2337/3||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A poem about bulimia. It doesn't flow, but it has helped me to hold off a few times|
Like a baby bird I open my mouth wide and cry for food, only I am crying to myself. Not to the graceful bird who dances in the air, truly as light as feathers. I am crying for food to fill the void, That place inside me that would be filled with love. But food will need to suffice. Like a baby rattle snake I have no control over the poison inside of me. Although as he pushes his out I push mine in With every grain of rice and crumb of bread I feel the void inside enlarge only to shrink again when i become the mother bird I long to be graceful to the point that I feed the toilet like she would feed her baby. When I do not give in to my own cries I suffer through the void collapsing on its self. Eating away at itself until it is a marble sized ball of dark matter dragging me down in to the corresponding pit of dark emotions and exhaustion In that pit I feel as light as air, held down by only time. Tweet
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