Thursday, October 15, 2020

Anorexia

I thank you for the access to something so intimate. 



bulimic fury or days lost rotten filled toilet.

harsh mother unspoken father a tale for

young novice. to need without knowing. to

desire without feeling. by raid to intestines.

teeth eroding eggs turned beige by rapid

ghosts or ropes on high, so close to veiled

doorjambs. pressure posed passion.

lesbian art. with creatures swimming in

vomit. by anorexic heartbeat. sure love for

wife. as meats become invaders. certain

math of mazes. so certain abandoned. with

life a centerpiece or antique ink-phantom.

it would itch as skin bubbled with angst

engraved in skies, so much more to live!   

Time was Brief

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