I'll write to starve
She said.
I'll eat words,
Develop a bulemic
Mentality,
Purging the words
To the page in
Nauseating bursts.
I'll force it
When I have to.
I'll write when
The hunger pangs
Themselves,
Start to eat me.
I'll sum up calories through
Raucous poetry.
I'll grow weak
As my pen grows strong.
I'll write even when
My hand shakes
Because there's not
Enough sustenance.
I'll deny my body,
And cultivate my mind
With measured abundance.
I'll shrivel up and
Waste away.
But the words will stay
On the paper.
You'll see and say,
How can a skeleton write?
I'll grip the pen
With bony fingers
And I'll show you.
I'll feed you too.