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Warfare
Ripping flesh
Tearing flesh
Metal parting
Fine cracks
In soft skin
Tainted red
Wet red
Crying wounds
In diffuse
Bathroom light
Metal clinks
On white tiles
Bathroom warfare
Tears running
Heart running
Staring eyes
In dirty mirror
Disbelief painted
In wide blue
Fabric touching
Fabric suffocating
Soul screaming
Wanting to break
Carnal prison
Life sentence
Bedroom warfare
Almighty hunger
Almighty craving
Starving mouth
Wanting to feed
Rumbling stomach
Fingers reaching
For waiting soul food
Control lost
Control wanted
In these hunger games
No winner
Kitchen Warfare
Water flooding
Water drowning
Needed nurture
Wrong way out
Stomach clinging
But too weak
Food gone
Food flushed
Down the drain
Burning Throat
Bursting Heart
Control gained
Bathroom warfare
Tearing flesh
Metal parting
Fine cracks
In soft skin
Tainted red
Wet red
Crying wounds
In diffuse
Bathroom light
Metal clinks
On white tiles
Bathroom warfare
Tears running
Heart running
Staring eyes
In dirty mirror
Disbelief painted
In wide blue
Fabric touching
Fabric suffocating
Soul screaming
Wanting to break
Carnal prison
Life sentence
Bedroom warfare
Almighty hunger
Almighty craving
Starving mouth
Wanting to feed
Rumbling stomach
Fingers reaching
For waiting soul food
Control lost
Control wanted
In these hunger games
No winner
Kitchen Warfare
Water flooding
Water drowning
Needed nurture
Wrong way out
Stomach clinging
But too weak
Food gone
Food flushed
Down the drain
Burning Throat
Bursting Heart
Control gained
Bathroom warfare
Published 17th Mar 2021
Author's Note
One of many poems about my battle (or loss) against bulimia nervosa.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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17th Mar 2021 2:23pm
Hello there, and welcome to DU.
I really found myself immersed in this poem, and I think it is to do with the short and snappy lines that you have throughout the piece. They come across almost as little individual thoughts and I think that's a bit of a strength of this piece. On an emotional level, it was communicated very well and I found myself feeling this sense of empathy as a reader as the piece progressed. The repetition of 'bathroom warfare' I found very interesting, especially when sandwiched between 'kitchen warfare' in the middle. It showed this idea that we cannot escape our own minds and they are present wherever we are.
Powerful little piece this one. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing.
-M
I really found myself immersed in this poem, and I think it is to do with the short and snappy lines that you have throughout the piece. They come across almost as little individual thoughts and I think that's a bit of a strength of this piece. On an emotional level, it was communicated very well and I found myself feeling this sense of empathy as a reader as the piece progressed. The repetition of 'bathroom warfare' I found very interesting, especially when sandwiched between 'kitchen warfare' in the middle. It showed this idea that we cannot escape our own minds and they are present wherever we are.
Powerful little piece this one. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing.
-M
17th Mar 2021 7:31pm
i know that many disorders i hold onto are similar to Yours but i can find not info (still searching) on my gig.
That said,
You are never alone or alone withing Your thoughts and feels.
Your spill sheds a LIGHT to many who suffer Your suffering, as well as, sufferings that relate!
You spilled very well in an intelligent and logical emotional manner and i thank You for this.
That said,
You are never alone or alone withing Your thoughts and feels.
Your spill sheds a LIGHT to many who suffer Your suffering, as well as, sufferings that relate!
You spilled very well in an intelligent and logical emotional manner and i thank You for this.
