The puke bowl

In a relationship sometimes one of us take a backseat, to keep the harmony we decide to sacrifice. When you give control to the partner and if its misused. The agony is conveyed here.

You love to eat all the junk food

You pipe-in the sparkled water

You hog enormously

Till your stomach gives up

And then you throw it up

At a very convenient place

At a very safe zone

You throw up all

Every junk particle that went in

Throw at a very comfortable bowl

That's the easiest place

That place is yours

And it's your right

Yes and that's my face.

And no one has a trace.

All the dirty juices,

The undigested food

Everything is out

You feel relieved

You feel refreshed

I am right in front of you

Still my face drips

You are relieved and at ease

You ask me to be normal

Oil your body

Talk sweet things

Talk sweet little nothings

Talk about future

Something to nurture

You want the bubbly gal back

The girl whom you fell in love with

You can see my face is still with your s**t

Still an unflushed puke bowl

Then you curse me right on my face

The ugly me

The unworthy me

Taking advantage of you

A witch in your life

I still do my duty cook and clean

With my face still dripping

Dripping all the stinky food

But you are fresh and relieved now

All ready to fill up again

Sumptuous food you crave for

but still my face drips

you have points to point out

My ugly face

My untalented hand

My worthless soul

for you to fill your stomach again

and puke it all

feel easy again

My face still unwashed

All I need is a time to clean up

to take out the s**t

all I want is the stink to vanish

for me to reach my soul

lost somewhere

somewhere in your unflushed puke bowl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Here the junk is the negativity, wrong thoughts, suspicion, jealously.
Puke is the anger, abuse. This is nothing to do with the food.

Reviews

[¿]

Now here is the outstanding read of my day!!
The way it's conveyed to the readers and it fires up the mind for justice!!
It's an absolute scribble....
Proud to be your friend di😊

[Prynka]

Thank you Tahsu. you are indeed a very generous friend. :*

[¿]

😊..........!!!

[Richard McLin]

It's a long piece, but I get where your going. The flow and wording is solid, and though it can be hard to read at times, I think that actually works in it's favor. It's a poem about a rough subject, and it needs to be told in a way that people get it, and understand it, and you hit that with this piece.
-Richard

[barleygirl]

This is pretty disgusting & it goes on & on a little bit too long for such a gross-sounding rant. I get what you're saying, as a literal message about having an eating disorder (which people cannot help, it's a psychological disorder, so it seems a little mean to scorn a person so harshly about eating & then purging -- making fun of people who do this). As your message goes on, it feels like the meaning becomes less literal & more figurative. Say, the narrator gives & gives everything to serve the other person, but then this other person just barfs it up in the face, a figurative way to suggest that a person does not mind eating all the good things you serve, but then pure hatred & meanness come from that place where the food went in & only scorn comes out. I get that figurative way of seeing your message & I really like it. I think it's a strong metaphor & you've drawn it in such a way that it's relatable & intensely disgusting, as such situations are in real life. I guess what I'm saying is that the first part of your message feels a little harsh on the topic of binging & purging, before you get to the part where this is shown as a metaphor for consuming another person & then barfing them out in a relationship. I think you could trim down the opening to make it less about a person with an eating disorder & then get on to the figurative way of describing this, as you've done for the last 1/2 or 2/3 of this. Sorry if this is a little harsh . . . your writing is strong, but I really hate to offend whole groups of people who are disabled in some way, becuz I am also disabled (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Prynka]

My whole thought behind writing this is not really meant on food but on negativity, bad thoughts, insecurities and frustration.
This is what I meant on junk food. This was purely out of frustration one goes through when a very near one just throws out all their anger and fuss on you - which is the puke in my poem. I know it is a bit confusing and have not described it properly this has nothing to do with food but negativity and bad thoughts .