Short Anorexia Poems
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Food.
Supposedly so good.
Calories add.
I'm mad, you're sad.
The hunger comforts me.
It shows my success and victory.
The Egyptians walked sideways I figure
to conceal the fine points of their figure.
In a desperate scrimmage
with their own body image
diet mania they would prefigure.
you hurt me, yet I remain calm
you try to kill me, yet I remain calm
but why does it hurt
when I need to say goodbye?
recovery is the winner
yet it feels in disguise
because I just can’t believe
I deserve to survive
Sneaky
Deceitful
Calculating and cruel
It poses as your friend
Offering comfort
Strength
A sense of achievement.
It isolates
Jealously guarding the relationship
Until it infiltrates
Every cell of your being
And claims you
As its own.
Listening to the rhythm of the beat
I move my feet the speakers
Blowing loud every time we meet
When i speak it seems like
My flow is so sick i can't eat
Anorexia dementia from my lack of similac
Crack back to snap back i bounce back
Then sit down fall back an relax
The smell sprays spreading
Of delicious food
From a palace above
In a poor hut bellow
Smoke of boiling water
Potatoes for hunger
Servants chivvy
Serving variety of tastes
Empty plates wait
Impatient children yawn
Sound waves of two cries prang together
One for hunger
One for objection
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Praise those numbers on the chart
weighing low made me reed trim -
dear calories I've come this far
oily food intake quelled my buldge.
Now,two thousand units of energy
means lettuce, celery servings a day,
and though anorexia is my mantra,
I'm calorifically grateful, but hamburger deprived.
6 October 2020
In Praise Of The Ode Contest
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
I weigh two six and twenty-tons today
Fat in unforeseen directions,
I make cars cringe, when I frolic and play
And I welcome no corrections.
Mighty fine in my well-endowed blubber,
Sassy pot-like, in my non-chic.
Whale-ish me, trice big as my mother.
Loud and proud, forgiveness don’t seek,
I have earned this fat, every little bit.
Come by and see me, if you have true grit.
my stomache burns
i do not want to eat
he says i shouldnt
i agree
he stairs with disgust
i look away with shame
after every meal
i run to that bathroom
..i gag myself
letting out all my anger
all my frustration
..all my hurt
i walk out with a smile
a smile ,hiding pain
hiding bruises
this is too much
..for me
he finds pleasure in my pain
pleasure in my tears
..in my silent cries
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