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.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2010
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