Saliva pools, you are suspended in the ether, a decision is biting at your tongue,
a crisp bite of garden-fresh green celery sends your mouth watering,
a dip of buttermilk – or maybe even peppercorn – ranch dressing,
if you’re feeling especially calorically comfortable,
you went from skinny to skin, from boney to bones,
baggy sweats masked in cigarette smoke,
lipstick rims on chipped coffee cups,
two shakes of sugar and a dash of milk,
a single sip on your steady breath – never more,
you fight it,
at least
you tell yourself that
you believe it, too
you rearrange morsels of carrot cake across royal ornate plates, unnoticed,
wielding a polished silver spoon, your proud shovel,
you are invincible,
at least
you tell yourself that
you believe it, too
you take gulp after gulp, ice cold water,
you revel the feeling as it trickles
down your throat and into the depths of an empty stomach,
a vacant victory,
sometimes you miss it,
being sick, that is,
but you are better now,
at least
you tell yourself that
and oh, you believe it,
too.
About the Creator
Tabitha Reno
Hey there, I'm Tabitha! Currently, I am a Senior at Graceland University pursuing a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature and Cinema Studies.
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Instagram: @beingasaocean
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