Chapter 1
Staring at the empty plate in front of me
I feel disgust
at my consumption
This body doesn’t deserve to be fed.
Staring into the empty sink
I feel disgust
at my body’s noncompliance, the dry retching
This body doesn’t deserve to be healthy.
Staring at the girl in the mirror
I feel disgust
at her appearance
The reflection stares back, equally repulsed.
Staring at the stars on the ceiling
I feel disgust
at my exhaustion
This body doesn’t deserve sleep.
Staring at the dusty floor
I feel disgust
at my desperate longing
This body doesn’t deserve company.
Staring at the sharpener in my hand
I feel disgust
at my nausea
This body doesn’t deserve love.
NyratOcnarFiD310748
Such a powerful poem. I could really feel the pain you put into this. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
rue_lourd
Thank you for reading:)