Estranged, I am
shackled by steel
a secret bursting like fruit
behind my lips
they do not let me taste
the strawberries
I must gorge, fistful after fistful
until my chin turns red
the madness of hunger matching
the madness of me
tied, belly filled with lactose
capsule coatings
reality unravelling like a badly
sewed dress
the whisper of the world
reaching out to you
a spike in the black heart of
nothingness
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Estranged, I am
shackled by steel
a secret bursting like fruit
behind my lips
they do not let me taste
the strawberries
I must gorge, fistful after fistful
until my chin turns red
the madness of hunger matching
the madness of me
tied, belly filled with lactose
capsule coatings
reality unravelling like a badly
sewed dress
the whisper of the world
reaching out to you
a spike in the black heart of
nothingness
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