Jax

By , New Hartford, NY
They don’t notice me now.
But they will.

To them I am nothing but
Their lovely Picasso
-but when I binge and purge-
surely they will notice me.

When I choke down some spaghetti
But leave the meatballs
-my favorite food-
surely they will notice me.

When I eat all the ice cream
Then vomit it back up
-leaving it in the toilet-
surely they will notice me.

When I faint during class
And get rushed to the hospital
-in a red flashing ambulance-
surely they will notice me.

When I count the calories
In the IV tube in the hospital
-as I starve myself to death-
surely they will notice me.

When I lay bony and broken
In the black of the casket
-of my casket-
surely they will notice me.





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somethingsfishy said...
Nov. 23, 2011 at 11:53 pm
Whoa. Very creepy, but a good poem.
 
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