Two Fingers

A poem about purging. Please don't do this to yourself. I know. It feels so- it's indescribable. But please resist. I believe you, so will your friends, family, and doctor. They can help, let them.

Two fingers
Just two fingers
A night of mistakes, gone
Gluttony cannot leave his shameful mark
Away, away, my demons run
They'll be back soon
And stronger then
But for now
Crouched over a porcelain eraser
Emptying myself of sin and virtue
Now, I am joyously miserable

Author's Note

Work in progress. While tips are appreciated, I would prefer your opinion rather than specific changes.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Emotional eating to comfort oneself then purging to get rid. A heartfelt sincere poem of knowing and understanding what you do. And also knowing it's not easy to break the demons that bind us tight. More power to you Kit. On overcoming the affliction and disease that makes you purge in general. And for your honest and frankness at speaking out. Bravo you lady for your honesty and openness on such things..

[tvisa parmar]

The poem really did give me goosebumps!
I love how you opened up. Bulimia nervosa is a deadly disorder and very few people speak of it.
I empathize with you, mate.

[Rye]

our demons will always be there to haunt us, I like this write. very nicely presented