Until you’ve dumped your head over a toilet bowl, thrust your finger down your throat til nothing but a sickly yellow colored bile came up leaving a sickening taste on your taste buds and sat there panting, crying, and grasping for air, DON’T you dare tell me that you understand exactly what I’m…
We ran our fingers
along the inseam
and clawed
at the skin
when it would not smolder.
They told us,
if our mind was on fire,
the flames would lick
and bite where
we have begun to hoard ourselves.
They told us,
if we watched closely,
the girl with soft voice
and no appetite
would wipe her chin and grimace
because she is unhappy.
Yet the stream of light
said to glow brilliant in our darkest
allows the fluid shadows to dance
in clear visibility,
so I do not like it;
I am not hungry.













