Emptiness
The only emptiness is the fridge and the cupboard
The freezer and the draws
Fullness
The only fullness is that of her head
Contradicting voices screaming the next step
Weariness
Of which takes over her heart
And it’s ability to WANT to keep beating
Sickness
Both a feeling towards herself and her greed
A feeling that looks towards the draw of the toilet bowl
Ashamed
As tears roll down her face
And snot drips from her nose
Her heaves and coughs they make no noise
Drowned out by water flow
Emptiness
When the toilet flushes
Her stomach wrenches
Throat raw
Fatigued
Relief
It’s over for now and for one more time
She has regained her control
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