My fingers carry sick,  
My teeth – unbrushed and dry.  
I dream of one more lick.
Then my heart begins to cry.  

I contemplate capitulation,  
As I no longer wish to rise.  
I’ll survive with bed and basin,
and eternally wet eyes.  

She is never satisfied,  
With mind, body, or action.  
I try to take health in my stride -  
Not long now till she gains attraction.

If I’m lucky, I’ll last a week,
Of normal, human, nutrition.  
Then her greed will peak,  
Binging and purging are my only actions.  

She’ll tell me that my escape lies in restriction,
“You must fast a little, Darling...”
I can thrive with that addiction.  
She’s talked me into starving.  

Before I know it, the cycle has returned.  
Yet again, a ***** covered slave.  
I wish to die, unharmed.  
As this demon will never behave.