The Battle...
She doesn't know when it began
She doesn't know
From where it came
But one morcel to pass her lips
Has her reeling in agony
She can't take that guilt again
She runs to the cupboard
Throws out all temptation
Into her bin with the sticker 'Latest Beat'..
For good measure
She pours over household detergent
Just incase later she goes back and tries to eat
Exercise regime follows close by
To the latter
Every stretch every situp recorded in time
50
100
Maybe that slice of toast could be mine
'No, you must do 150
Maybe and only then
Will we begin to sway'
'But I am aching now
Please leave me alone
I didn't want to eat anyway'
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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