Dinner time

An anorexic anecdote ...

i lean into the wall
it doesn't support me
so i fold
slowly
downwards
i spiral into my foetal position
snuggling into myself
on the harsh handsome earth
its sweetly solitare
and solidly secure.
my ribs delve divinely
its hurts so i smile
faint illusions of chocolate smothered sundaes
cakes covered in coloured sparkles
sweet sugary delights mounted high
rob my murky vague imagination.
Then the abhorrent loathsome call...
"DINNER"
i shrink further to invisibility
as i await the POUNDING footsteps
deranged fear dwells inside
and i pray for release
yet i ponder the possibilities below
as aromas surface.
i ache to succumb
to bountiful cravings
so i creep under the covers.
Finally she enters,
so reluctantly i descend,
covertly delighted at the vision
seduced at the texture
enamoured by the magnitude of flavours arising
i relish a mouthful of glory
restraining a smile
i triumphantly reject the remainder
then successfully slink upstairs
to my safety
secrecy
solitude
sadness.

Reviews

[Richielee]

so brilliant i am not adequately qualified to give a proper appraisal, but let's just say i was suitably spellbound by your extensive talent and incredible writing skills : )

[OT]

oooo this is brilliant!! I love the first half in particular - the wall giving way - sinking beneath the weight of self-doubt and issues - the tag line completely adds another element to the poem which just made it stronger - and exposes what an ordeal the simple can be for some - very good!!