Hollow
A poem about my struggle with eating disorders.
Hollow.
Devoid of substance.
I don't want this.
I need help.
Follow.
Despite the distance.
I desire your bliss.
Is this how you felt?
Swallow.
I can't, this instance.
It's me, I miss...
Just let me melt.
Hollow.
Nothing inside, no use.
Starved for this?
And yet you knelt.
Follow.
No matter the ruse.
You still gave me bliss.
It's me, you held.
Swallow.
Let me drown in you.
Such a sweet, fatal kiss...
The drug in my head.
Hollow.
A husk no more.
Despite trying to be.
Is there something inside?
Any sustenance to my core?
I'll just wait and see...
You won't say goodbye.
So neither shall I.
About the Creator
Cat Richey
Hi! My name is Cat. I plan to post stories once a week and the occasional poem. I live in beautiful North Carolina (moved here from Texas), will be 25 in January, am a proud pet-mom to a kitty named Chai and a gentle giant of a dog, Dakota.
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