Comfort Eating Poem by Ashley Morrell

Comfort Eating



when you're not here I turn to the fridge. when I'm confused i convert to binge. i've become a sponge in a puddle soaking up what i can.

Ice cream is cool and heavy my heart is dull and steady waiting for something quick and ready.

I'm eating emotions I can't redeeme. even when i wish we were a team.

I'm ready for my next fill.

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