Mirrors

about eating

admit
that you enjoyed swallowing
textures, custard creamied up and
nectarine to your palate
and the salty biscuit-dry buff
on your disgusting
salivating gonads

how
it gratified your belly
that is wax-happy, wax-greasy
sticky greedy, demanding meat
and some deafeningly
delectable juice of ugly

yes
you love the pain, oh the pain!
how the pulsating, crying agony
of your condensed FAT squirm and squeal
and writhe excruciatingly
with your every delight

Oh
how you moaned with the hurt
and the growling gusto of how
the melange of tastes stripped for you
and went down on its knees begging you filthily
to put it inside your mouth

and to
your pleasure you take yourself to
oh yes! it’s so good! so f*****g f**k good!
take to the insides, through
your limp, swelling sinews to the viscera
to capilliaries " deep into you

burning
as you knead spongy lipids with your bony hands
and weep at the sight of your
corrugated chest and sacred rib cage
but you blow with your perverse hands that won’t stop
groping lumps of skin lubed up with tears

resisting
the already bustling zeal
and sadistic hunger pangs that hurt,
complicate, hurt! eagerly moist as you pull it
down and let it jolt through you like
quicksilver at ejaculation speed

nonetheless
you lick your way through
quenching, full-flavored juices
that tickle through the middle of you
like a metal wire flossing through from
your mouth to your flabby anus

destitute
you are, naked only robed with
shamefully wet streaks of dripping perspiration
that hide beneath folds of beefy, fleshy lard.
yet you lick your lips to the glory
of your hopeful clavicles

then you die a little

heave a little

moan

and purge

Reviews

[Jazmen]

I love how you used your words and had a unique form, I actually anticipated a bulemic person writing this by the third idea.. so well done, I'm not much of a reader-of-poetry, I only write. But I will branch out more, It's good to know there's something out there worth reading like this. Good job.

[Bare trees]

You have an intensity to your writing. The details you use startle my senses as the words weave and surprise me. Purging is a self mutilation in a way and you've described its horror in a very unforgettable way. Great writing and very intense.

[Alexus Shanae]

This was very unexpected, each line made me quezzy from the very intricate description. i applaud you!

[r. f. jordan]

this is intricately constructed description, with an angst that rockets from the speaker. brilliant imagery throughout this piece, and a master's hand at work with language. there is much pain in this piece on the part of the speaker, and yet the construction of the stanzas suggest a hint of predictability in the midst of all this turmoil. it is almost as if the speaker is separated from the pain, until the reader considers the title. the universal idea that all of us become mirrors to one another is not lost on me in this blazing write. thank you for sharing your talent with us on this site.

[FJ Davis]

A trip down blind, exceedingly unpleasant allies.
An agonizing read, that does not leave with the purge.
You try very hard, Nyx, to shock and unsettle the reader.
My bet is, you often succeed.