trigger.


gaping wound in my face, sucking in
calories - death - disgusting, disgusting. so i
staple it shut, close my eyes and shake
my head. block my ears. i refuse to
taste the uglyugly they shove in front of me

(eat, eat, eateateateat)

so instead i rock back and forth, sip
diet coke through a straw and
avoid the awkward questions.
hide from my mother, who begs me to
be someone different. from my
sisters, my brother, my friends. from

everything, everything, everything
and i waste away into nothing but dust