A violent surge: a messy statement
to the world: to yourself.
Why don’ t you push some further?
Blood all over the carpet- plates crashing down.
One more go, a little voice demands.
Just a bit more blood but then you will be done.
A tangled web of shame builds all around you,
Some more blood and you’ re lying on the floor.
You stare at the Demon, the culprit, sitting on your table.
‘ please just one more go’.
The knife stabs your body and the cornflakes float around you.
Another piece of chocolate- just too much.
The mirror-‘ oh my god i’ m getting fatter-
more blood- drowning in the flab.
A size 4 ‘ oh my […]