"You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad."
— Marya Hornbacher (Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia)

Monday, May 9, 2011

My First Poem- Terza rima- excited!

Returning Hollow Back

She sits numb with head turned and lips sealed tightly,
Lamenting eyes guilt the fork to do its work, 
Bites untasted and swallowed with agony.  

Explosion of feelings as the void is gone,
Intense emotions send sanity to her knees
Fiercely all is purged returning hollow back.

All is well again... until the day it"s not...

MM 5/10/11
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