Trapped in Bulimia

I hold my hand with hers when thoughts of weight

Escape in to the open, spilling out

Like hungry ants in search on food. I shout

Out loud and pull my hair and realize fate.

I will never be released from this crate.

My life is held in comfort that she doubts.

For swirling waters will surely drown my pout.

A knife is pressed, twisting thoughts too late.

She talks, her voice so loud I cannot think.

The thick, but breaking strings attached to wood

Arms forcing actions, killing the inner me.

Maybe one day I wake to only blink

To dreams of no more hurt, no fear I would

Hug porcelain on my knees never free.