I Eat Poison for Fun

I Eat Poison for Fun

shame on me. for looking like this. being like this. feeding the insatiable. wanting the impossible.

it’s dark. it gets so dark, so quickly. i fear i’ll kill myself in the night. sneaking into the kitchen. rummaging through the cabinets. guiltily unwrapping cakes. slowly cracking open cans of soda. i’m scared of getting caught but not scared enough. i chew desperately, swallowing comfort. it settles in my stomach. it starts to ache. but i still eat. healing wounds with snacks, sanitizing with sweets, wrapping it in the lingering feeling of bubbly on my tongue as i rush to my bed. pretending to be sleep.