March 5, 2011

By Nicola

I love and struggle with food. For me, it is both comfort and a tool to be used in self-denial and control. At times I use it to reward myself, and at other times, withhold it to numb and to punish. I wrote this poem in the midst of one of these struggles:

Hunger stops
the cessation of sensation
the gnawing numbness
eats the soul
purging all emotion
while the thoughts
indulge
in
decadent
destruction
stop the cycle
of self-satisfaction
sadistic
sabotage
frozen
in famished fear
while dangerous desire
consumes conscience
the soul stumbles on
in desperate darkness
but Hunger…
Hunger stops