there’s a solid mass of food sitting in the pit of my stomach
My ears are ringing like windchimes.
i don’t seem to know my limits
cuz i’ve pushed these lines of “healthy” so far out of bounds a few too many times
i do it so often now that i tend to not realize when i’m in it.
the bile leaves my throat raw and numb,
colors the water pale brown,
leaves my mouth sore and glum.
my body’s tired from retching over the cold, porcelain toilet seat.
oftentimes i forget what it’s like not feeling as though
I’m some rotting piece of meat.
I don’t remember what it’s like to not put on this show;
What’s it like to not be playing pretend?
How can I flip this switch and to start to make some amends?