Depravity

My fingers carry sick,

My teeth �" unbrushed and dry.

I dream of one more lick.

Then my heart begins to cry.

 

I contemplate capitulation,

As I no longer wish to rise.

I’ll survive with bed and basin,

and eternally wet eyes.

 

She is never satisfied,

With mind, body, or action.

I try to take health in my stride -

Not long now till she gains attraction.

If I’m lucky, I’ll last a week,

Of normal, human, nutrition.

Then her greed will peak,

Binging and purging are my only actions.

 

She’ll tell me that my escape lies in restriction,

“You must fast a little, Darling...”

I can thrive with that addiction.

She’s talked me into starving.

 

Before I know it, the cycle has returned.

Yet again, a vomit covered slave.

I wish to die, unharmed.

As this demon will never  behave

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