I gorge myself on the sorrow
that threatens to snap and rend
my brittle blackened bones
by ensnaring my writhing body
with a jagged mishmash
of snarling appendages complete
with rows of obsidian teeth.
I consume the rabid hate
that tries to overwhelm me
and burns as an inferno
in the depths of my belly
low, cold, and alone.
I snack on the delight
that my younger self held so dear
and lost sight of as times firm hand
pushed and pulled the very fabric of my being
into a shape I never imagined possible.
I eat the shame that rains
down upon my bowed and beaten brow
brought about by the travesty I committed
in the wake of trying to run away
from the mirror held up to my twisted face
by a society that claimed
I'll never, ever succeed at blazing a new path.
I'm so fat.