eating
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There was a young man who was obese.He ate too much and now he's deceased.He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day.He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away.
Knife carving into the soft squishy flesh; blood dribbling off the plate.
Letting out a faint subtle sigh, admiring his handiwork.
Breakfast
Personal exercises
Homework
Lunch
Checking Vitals
Mario Kart
Drawing
the laughing stops as the sun sets
I have always been the small girl. The short girl ,the skinny girl, the I can wrap my fingers around her wrist girl. The eat a cheeseburger girl.
Have you noticed?
Have you noticed how I’m chewing gum again?
How apples have become my favorite food again?
That I can’t sit down because of the bruises again?
obsessed.
my dwindling eating habits started in an
effort to punish myself,
hurt myself.
the meals dropped and dropped;
three meals a day, two, one.
an apple.
an orange.
of all the sauces the one that's the best
that's head over heels and tops all the rest
with a helping of spice and a helping of zest
is siracha sauce.
you can put it on pizza you can eat it with lime
Right now I feel like life is in a pickle.
I just ate my last pop sickle.
That is right, I don't have a single Otter Pop left to my name.
Nobody will understand my pain.
I cannot settle my craving with an ice cube.
What is worse than breaking a promise,
One you made to a friend?
Breaking the one you made to yourself.
I made myself a promise long ago,
When the world seemed open
That I would be okay.
Let me eat
more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
and more
things i havent eaten in ages i am starting to eat again
corn flakes, almond milk
cottage cheese and tomatoes, and apples, and unsweetened apple sauce
I ate a piece of pumpkin pie
With whipping cream piled high
And, finding I was hungry still,
Took the pan and had my fill.
to drink is good; good for the soul,
though only if, you lack self control.
imagine this; picture it quick;
you've drunk until you're not quite sick,
I've tastedhaute cuisine,The bestlife has to offer...French wines divinedined a juicy supper...Ripe TomatoesVines of grapes,Pineapple Guavahoney,oil of olivedripped
I can’t chew on the thought that’s begot
Rotting inside like they thought I forgot
When they couldn’t see me gnashing my fangs
against my iron-wrought cage, the fangs, their bangs-
Dear Marlo,
Drum, Drum, Drum
I’m like a spy
Drum, Drum, Drum
I sound like I'm steppping on clouds in the sky
So I run into the kitchen
As sly as a mouse
Tiptoeing past my shame,
Where once again,
I start to question if I’m worthy
To eat that extra slice,
To role the dice
To tell me if I’d ever pull off “curvy.”
Smiles watch me now;
It sat there, on its godly pedestal,
Alone.
All its Friends of the Chocolate were unmistakably
Gone. Vanished.
O Dear Cookie
Sweet Cookie
O Cookie
Tell me your secrets of survival.
