Bulimic Bestality - Poem by Dakota Ellerton
The pain dwells deep within myself
I feed from the chaos
until I am full
my cup over flows
my heart races, burns
I hear each beat echo in my ears
the blood rushes to my head
I'm so dizzy
eleven months I have been on my knees
waiting to be empty, to feel so much less
I spew venom praying to change
what have I become, a monster?
a bi polar beast,
that births the chaos you dread?
when will the madness end?
will I ever empty?
I taste the bitterness of death on my lips
my chest throbs from the acid passing through it
what am I now..
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