Quiet Feet

Quiet Feet

A Poem by SPF

The unrelenting mirror
Screams my every flaw
Throws at me a piercing jeer
And to my knees I fall
To the kitchen, quiet feet
To seize my kind of drug
For hours on end I sit and eat
To ease the devil’s tug
And when I’m through my conscious shouts;
“You’re getting way too fat!
Go throw it up! Get it out!
That should take care of that!”
I close my eyes and breathe
Shut and lock the door
My chest begins to heave 
As I shove my finger more
Disgorged food obstructs my throat
Acidic venom fills my mouth
My stomach’s contents now afloat
But that was just the first round
For hours I retch and heave and shake
Until I can retch no more
With my last of energy a breath I take
And collapse onto the floor
I wake with a start
A sudden need to eat
The hellish cycle restarts
With oh so quiet feet

© 2013 SPF


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Not bad. You have a fairly good concept, if it is a little overdone, and you manage to express it fairly well. I would have liked to have seen a bit more imagery instead of just rote description, but either way this is a good start.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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