Eyes flutter open, rising from the haze it greets you
that swirling pleasure-pain in the pit of your stomach
coming from somewhere
between your hipbones and rising,
hollow and ferocious as a tornado,
demanding to be heard
If you listen, closely
you might just hear it,
creaking and gasping its way through your insides, silken,
a thread that needs no hand to guide it
through the eye of a needle, the depths of your bones it rises
and again, you find yourself
starved, wasted, ambivalent
to the pain.
This is a piece inspired by my battle with ED. An ongoing one, and one I don't plan to lose.
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