Brightly coloured leaves blanket the ground,
The dark frosty night, nips at my skin.
To my friends I am bound,
As we discuss events from that very night – I cannot contain my grin.

Safety, I am given,
As a wave of artificial heat strikes me,
Internal warmth is not hidden,
The comfort of seemingly endless mugs of tea fill my memory.

My surroundings contrast with our natural planet,
Without our differentiating climate,
Monotone, we would remain.
Our ever-evolving seasons protest against boring and plain.

But Autumn is under-appreciated,
And commonly mistranslated,
As he isn’t a thief who deprives us of light,
Instead he provides an essential transition – sparing us of fright.

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