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 Mar 2017 maledimiele
mike
emaciate
 Mar 2017 maledimiele
mike
.im hungry
.youre the fruit
.on the tree
.in my front yard
.and im fasting.
.waiting for you to ripen.
 Mar 2017 maledimiele
mike
UBOC
 Mar 2017 maledimiele
mike
i crawled in here
like an emaciated
****** up
catipillar.

im gonna fly out
like a half-*******
butterfly.

a belly fat
off the nectar
of this place.
 Mar 2017 maledimiele
Alice Kay
We stand facing each other.
each knowing the other is fake.

the only thing that we can do together
is hiding that knowing from the outside world

We will just keep staring at each other
on display in the big front window.
Until the shop closes
“Eat it”
That is what her mind tells her,
So she does.
One cupcake
Two cupcakes
Three cupcakes
Four,
“How many can you eat
Before you get sick on the floor?”
Five cupcakes
Six cupcakes
Seven cupcakes
Eight
“Keep eating like this
And you will never get a date!”
Gulping down water
Drowning her chocolaty binge,
Filling the spaces in her stomach
With a fast traveling liquid…
Easy to purge.
A finger down her throat
One gag
Two gags
Three gags
Four
“I bet you won’t eat anymore.”
Five gags
Six gags
Seven gags
Eight
Tears are now streaming down her face
She leaves her chocolate sins
In the eager toilet bowl.
“I bet you want this to end”
Mascara dripping from her
Red rimmed eyes
She wipes her mouth
With the back of her hand
They tell her when
She feels this need,
“Just breather”
“Count to ten”
But she just wonders when
She’ll get the urge
To binge and purge again.
 Mar 2017 maledimiele
Juhi Chavda
I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.
Oh, those store mannequins
with their pretty, empty heads
and unending, plastic smiles,
are forever standing, never dead

on their small, well-heeled feet.
As prime examples of fortitude,
they’re ready to make a sale…
at your expense; smug attitudes

can be imagined, as they strike
poses with ease and flexibility.
Do they mirror us, as placeholders
in Life? Having potential energy,
.
they remain lifeless in display Hell;
what things about us, do they tell?
.
.
.
Author Notes

Inspired by:
Store dummies and Prov 16:28; Matt 7:1-5

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
Amazon (dot) com

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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