i look at a reflection

i do not recognize

who are you?

i won’t accept that

thing

as me

i won’t stop until

i am a sliver of what i once was

i am cut into slices like cake

served to

hunger

and control

blasphemous as it seems

i am caught between

who i want to be

and who i need to be

and i can’t tell the difference

i don’t feel the ridges and peaks

and plateaus

i once felt

all that is left are rolling hills

i don’t hear the

delicious pain of

emptiness

i hear the growing want of more more more

i can’t stop until

i feel the peak and

hear the empty hunger

i can’t stop until i am

what i need to be

i can’t stop until

i am a  sliver

and i can’t stop

until i know

who lives

in my

mirror