Binge and Purge

In this phlox flooring I lie- weightless and placid- Colorless and rancid. I am so black and white. Black and white. Teeth into fangs. Nails into claws. I have grown. I told you so. Eye pits – deep as chasms. Culled by the others. Why do I even bother? It was as if I was mother earth and the world has stepped on me. I am dancing on that red line. Crisscrossing. With chains on my ankles. I dance. (Venturing on that fine line.) That transparent line! Between anguish and insanity – Crushed my humanity. I laugh like I cry – And it is at night when I become wonderful. I am small. Fingers as slim and pale as father’s cigarettes. Eye pits – deep as chasms. Thoughts raped and left bare, crying on blue sheets. My emotions are sweets and you, honey, know more than anyone that I binge and purge.