I sleep through the morning
So I can hate myself
For wasting the day
I drink coffee until I shake
Smoke golds to make
Myself sicken and shake

Trying to empty my stomach
I starve all afternoon
I wish the pounds away
Night comes and I am
Caffeine-drunk now
I've purged my guilt today

The hunger builds inside --
I'm drinking to quell
The deathly hollow ache
The liquor burns and wine
Unsteadies hands that
Already tremble and shake

1am comes and I am tearing
Alternate wrappers and
Milky skin with blades
I cry red and weep tears
Of loss as my heart
Rests shallow in its grave

Pills call and so does food
By thousands I consume --
Monstrous I will decay
4am and I've purged to sleep
Drunk, dizzy, or dead
I await the dawning day.

*© Tara India.