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Kendra Canfield Apr 2020
I need cigarettes
and evenings filled with long sighs

                      and
                                 fragments
                                        mettled
                                          poems
                         and more cigarettes

                          waiting for my angst
                                     to form stanzas

                      tonight I’ll probably just
                                  cough a lot
                                          and go to bed early,

      
            but first I need cigarettes.
oh i’ve been digging.
i don’t smoke cigarettes anymore but its a vibe
this one is a breeze wafting in from a different era
Ella James Apr 2020
My body craves it, but I don’t want it

Every time I think of it, I sense the bile in my throat

Don’t give in.  

“I love the feeling, the burning.”

Can’t you tell? I’ve been raised like this

Indulging in the emptiness

Nothingness.

Eat.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are tears?
Will they spare the dying their anguish?
What use, our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?

Before this day is over,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, emaciate limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?

I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of theirs departing ...
mournful, and distant.

How pitiful our “effort,”
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.

Keywords/Tags: neglect, starving, dying, perishing, famine, illness, disease, tears, anguish, concern, prayers, inaction, death
Eleanor Apr 2020
"Even today, I have a lot of trouble figuring out if I’m hungry or not. I often can’t tell until I’m starving. I don’t trust those little inklings of hunger I have before the starving stage, since anything outside of mealtime is supposed to be quelled by a ******* piece of fruit.

Over time, [I was taught] that I should decide what to eat with my brain, not my stomach. So eventually, my stomach just gave up."
Read full article at: https://everydayfeminism.com/2016/09/parents-taught-disordered-eating/
Ace Jan 2020
do you know what it's like?
what it's like to be truly starving?
to wake up in the morning, and immediately dash to your mirror
like it's a door out and your house is on fire?
to pinch your sides and sigh at the ugly person in the silver glass?
do you know what it's like to think "still fat?" over and over and over again?
to have to choose baggy clothes so your parents won't freak?
to skip breakfast, then lunch, then dinner?
what it's like to always feel cold,
and tired,
and sick?
do you know what it's like to face the scariest, most terrifying bit of it all?
do you know what it's like
to love starving?
Max Neumann Dec 2019
dear reader,
will you please help me?

i am starving!

whoever you are
wherever you are
whenever you can:

feed me with money
don't you worry about ostensible risks for yourself your soul or your body:

rumors. spread by liars
who dare to call me a drug

truly, i'm starving for you.

sincerely
your favorite substance
Appetite for destruction
SophiaAtlas Nov 2019
I'm hungry, but I can't eat.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
I'm sad, but I can't cry.
I'm suicidal, but I can't die.
i keep trying...but i cant die. why is that?.....
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