I take my life in meals and snacks.
Young girl,
eating over-the-counter pills for breakfast.
A plateful of Coricidin
drenched in cough syrup,
with a glass of Frangelico to wash it all down.
A few hours later,
a trail mix of lortabs
and killer chronic
because the two tastes mix so well.
For lunch,
she runs to her local drugstore
and slips all sorts of tasty treats into her lunchbox,
buying a magazine or a drink here and there
so as to not arouse suspicion.
She can't handle going hungry.
Until she has to.
Dinnertime:
she doesn't touch the food.
Hungrier and hungrier,
lighter and lighter,
until the hunger takes over and she indulges.
And explodes.
In a torrent of food
and ketosis
she decides it's time for dessert.
And that's where he comes in.
Her new favorite food.
He's always there.
She's always feeding.
Feeding her needs.
Feeding her compulsions.
Feeding her addictions.
A new day starts,
and the meal plan stays the same.
A contest entry
- When Addictions Fail by Bean Sidhe.
700 points, ended June 8, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is frightening and tempting and smart. Very nicely done.
I'm amazed by your age and the apparent thought process necessary to vent this type of poetry.
I repeat, very nicely done. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest.
- Bean Sidhe -
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Thank you very much for the comment and the honorable mention! I was very inspired by your contest . . . this is actually the first poem I've written in at least a year. Again, thank you for the read, the comment, and the contest (which has given me a lot to read for the past night or so!)
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