I saw my face on my tea
I told myself: don't drink more than me
when I drank my face , where was my tea?
...
I saw my face on a flaming vine
I told myself: don't drink what is mine
when I drank my face, where was my wine?

I shall feast tonight
feast on the things I wish I was
and feast on what I desire
you are what you eat, after all

I shall feast tomorrow
I'll stab everything with a fork
scoop everything out with a spoon
and devour it, devour it all!

I shall feast for weeks to come  
I'll force myself to become what I'm crunching on
whether it be the sweetest personality, or the bitterness of a new look
anything I desire, I willingly swallow  

I shall feast forever
feast forever on gender, appearance, and a personality
and I will eat it
I will cram everything down my throat and consume everything

Yet after I eat all the things I want
I shall never be satisfied
with what I've become
and this glorious feast
will last for eternity
as I willingly overfeed myself
to a far-fetched dream
that I shall never reach

A face of petals
Surround an opening
Of childish hot pink
That has come to define you.
Yet,
Bruised ears hang
And catch words -
Polite and not.
As Old ale graces your lips
And warms you
Despite resultant fatigue.
You're tall now
And fall apart -
Drooping,
Like frail birds of paradise
Burning in moon shine.