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Apr 2021
I hadn't been able to eat for days
For a week or two now I've been enveloped in a state of rejection
Rejection and disinterest
I am falling into old habits and as I stand in them now,
I am allowing myself to be swallowed
And I don't know what eats me, I just know it is not me who eats

I am thrown off center, I feel unworthy, as though I train so hard and still take home a second place ribbon every time
He grasps me in his arms and tells me I'm small. He picks me up, carrying me to the bed.
He says he's here for me.
I haven't been able to eat for days.
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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   --- and Imran Islam
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