Plate full fork in throat
A messy arena of internalized choices-
Poisonous voices-
Belly full, belching in the air-
Ass stuck in this old chair-
Spewing out fossilized thoughts-
Emotional anorexic-
Words like a resounding chant-
Hard to dissipate what has been my inner fate-
This mind has been forced fed-
And the self to completely hate.

Photo: Pulitzer Prize winner Poet Sylvia Plath, date Unknown, Photographer Unknown, Poet of my inspiration.