Anorexia

The soundless scream of my tortured pain, The story of which I cannot explain. Ashamed of my needs, yet I want them met, Manipulative, deadly, pointless threat. Blind is the audience, macabre is my dance, Forced to perform by a body in trance. Those gilded rays that pierce the skies, Striking gold clouds that light up our eyes, Lancing their radiance down to earth, Who am I to ask what life’s worth? Surely, will I in time comprehend This punishing life that I never penned: This tree that snakes out endless roots Invading its prey to leave poisonous fruits? Love and joy calcified in my veins, Stuck in a rut of regret and pain, I tear at my flesh to uproot the tree, I can no longer: the tree is me.