Food Poem
The Girl
Slight Welts

Food Poem

Just a little cautionary note: This poem may be TRIGGERY for some. Keep yourself safe and please don't read it if you think it'll badly affect you. Take Care, xxx R

Flakey pastries,
Moist sponges,
Gooey creams,
And soft centres.
I crave you yet I detest you.
You are my weakness,
You tempt me when I strive;
To ignore you,
To block you out,
To hide from your magnetic pull,
I forbid you but my hunger and greed eventually succumbs,
I gorge and frantically binge.
I don't want you anymore …
I don't need you
You make me fat, ugly, flabby
You have to go,
Sighing I close the bathroom door
Alone.

G.

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The Girl

The girl who has two sides to her,
one white and one black.
This girl she hides one of these sides,
behind the others back.

Jo Watmore

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Slight Welts

Just a little cautionary note: This poem may be TRIGGERY for some. Keep yourself safe and please don't read it if you think it'll badly affect you. If you need help or support, please see the resources section or contact The Samaritans.
Take Care, xxx R

slight welts,
red, mounded ridges
rising
to that slender
ribbon split of skin.
ruby-red bleeding,
but not quite.

dancing down the base
of thumb and wrist,
delicately cascading,
but stopping short

as though
some invisible dam
had cut them off,

from reaching
that perfection
of repetition and rhythm;
decorating my thin
and densely scarred arm.

Lady Gish