Staring/This Body

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.