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Muffins Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My - A Bulimics Tale

Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale) There is a hole in her core she must sate. So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late. She steers the cart in search of junk food. She spots a case of cupcakes that can ease her mood. Powdered donuts on a shelf she can reach. Next, she chooses Bottled sodas, she packs up five each. Muffins, Doritos, Cheetos, Funyuns and Snickers she will par-take. She must not forget about the Little Debbie snack cakes. Once the cashier starts scanning her vittles, She starts to feel a tingly rush form in her middle. She pays her fee then rushes to her vehicle parked afar Then unloads the groceries on the passenger seat of the car. As she sits behind her steering wheel. She appraises her edible saviors, then makes her appeal She starts with the Snickers shoving them down her throat, The empty void inside her fills as she lets out a choke. The Funyuns and muffins are next on her seat. She devours them in seconds, puffing up her cheeks. Doritos, Cheetos and snack cakes are inhaled like oxygen, She is slightly starting to feel whole again. The cupcakes are the last morsels of her stock She washes them down with the soda she bought. When the food is gone she observes the food wrappers in her space. She glances in the rear view mirror but fails to recognize her face. Powdered sugar and Cheeto dust crusting around her lips, A sob escapes her chest as sanity begins to slip. There is one more mission she must forgo Opening her car door, she shoves a finger down her throat. Vomit is released from her belly’s lair. Stomach acid and bile sting the night air. She appraises the regurgitation splattered on the concrete. Then senses the empty void is gone, her task is complete.

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Date: 12/26/2018 4:13:00 PM
This is brilliant poetry.. I have a friend who is bulimic and can relate to this... well expresses..
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 12/26/2018 4:14:00 PM
Thank you!
Date: 12/26/2018 3:23:00 PM
It all comes out in the end. This poem made me hungry until I got to the ending and now I have lost my appetite. :) This was really cool Rebecca
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Chris Green
Date: 12/26/2018 4:16:00 PM
That's ok, knowing will come back again quickly. :)
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 12/26/2018 3:26:00 PM
And here I thought that having "Bulimic" in the title gave away the ending lol! Sorry about your lost appetite :)