they call it the kitchen
full of appliances
...and food
lots of it,
different kinds
so many tastes
food full with hatred
or is it joy
food ready to be my enemy
or my best friend
should I go and fill
my soul with food
or walk away
to win an ever losing battle
don't know if I should
for I know food
will win in the end
-Jan'98
I walk and look at the food
so pure and textured with taste
I go past the smell of heaven
Demon pauses and reaches out
'This will be easy as 1-2-3
just put it in and swallow
until I can bare no more'
Demon struts his stuff
taking over my mind and soul
'It's too hard for me
I'll hate myself later on
I'm not hungry'
I argue to Demon
'Remember you can get rid of
this food by purging
you did it before
what's one more last time'
you're so right'
I give in and put my
misery
into my mouth
-Apr10'98
