Hunger Wolves gnawing at my stomach Pain With every move and twist of my body Burning me inside
I want to eat I need to eat But I can’t When I do Just a bite
One swallow I feel full It’s an empty full Then I puke It all comes out
Gross acidic taste The wolves keep eating me from the inside out Lightheaded and dizzy Am I okay? I’m lost in the stomach
Anorexia. Oof. My demon. I haven’t been affected that much but a few months ago it was pretty bad. My mom and friends parents always said Sweetheart your so thin. That made me really sad because I was still called fat face because of my faces bone structure of being round... no matter how skinny I was my face stayed the same.
I think if you were cremated right here and now, your ashes would burst into flames You are like wildfire Unstoppable and hypnotic My lungs pour out smoke as your eyes light up when the sun goes down Your temper is like a flare gun against the red of the sky Fading faster than I am I make you sound like a crime scene but you are so much more You are interlaced fingers as the lights chase us out of town When I look at you, I see the hue of police sirens The burning fire of the strands that erupt out of your skull contrast with the pharmaceutical waves of your eyes The essence of you narcotizes my system
A piece I wrote for a friend's video project that I'm actually quite fond of.