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 *****.
I wish to die, unharmed.
As this demon will never behave.