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.
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