300 Calories

January 30, 2011
By Anonymous

There are two thoughts nagging,
in the back of my mind.

I call them binging and purging,
and they haunt me.

I have a secret life of mirrors
reflecting lies, reflecting bones;
I am my own skeleton inside of my own closet.

I eat white porcelain for supper,
I eat blue pills for lunch.

I cry my feelings into the laps of two men;
Ben and Jerry, because they listen best.

Then when I’m done
I can stow them in the icebox
and feel satisfied that they’ve got no faces.

I am hungry.
I am empty.
I am nothing.

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