Quiet FeetA Poem by SPFThe 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
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