SURREPTICIOUS NATURE

Each time I purge, I’m one step closer to death.
My bony finger, tickles the “Achilles Heel”
of my frayed throat.
Starving myself seems to be the right thing to do.
My depressed eyes sunken,
withered markings under the eyelids’
mouth dry—
hips and thighs ach
I feel I have no self-control!

My shrinking carcass, knows what I am doing,
I cannot stop!
My corpse is hungry for food!
I haven’t eaten for days.
When I go downtown;
Ambrosia follows me, tempting me to scoff!
Taco Bell is on my left, Morelia on the right,
I look straight, attempting to shut them out.

I want to turn the car around,
stuff this cadaverous face then
burst into hives of regret.
My contaminated brain is the “Hit Man”
I’ve hired without knowing it.
He is my secret demon!
Stalks me in the sinister shadows of my psyche;
In my worse moments, he has me by the windpipe.

The mirror in the loo lies to me!
Sells me a distorted view
Of who I should be.
Who I should be??
Deliverence is on the tip of a budless tongue.
I am an empty vessel waiting to overflow
With rich nectar of love!