active eating disorder – Tasting Freedom

see-through skin (poem)

my skin flakes off in sheetseasily blamed on chilly temperatures it is not subtle but it is well hidden,a quiet marker of deprivation my body, quite literally parched,unable to quench its own thirst boasts its bones quite proudlyand slathers on cream to hide the mess

the ghosts of yesteryears (poem)

what happens in the space betweenwithin the tiny dots connecting timemoving us from one second to the next what happens in the overridewhen addiction surpasses reasonmaking the body bow down to unholy gods a fervor arrives in rapid descentdriving the fork in and out, up and downfaster and faster and faster until suddenly–!it is tooContinue reading “the ghosts of yesteryears (poem)”

nobody knows but me (poem)

the new day shrugs its shoulders at mei fill up on coffee and emptinessto shake off the ghosts from last night i limp through conversations with my lips tightly shut(God forbid the fear slips out or someone sees my teeth)and i set my watch by the reliefi plan to find that evening and when littleContinue reading “nobody knows but me (poem)”