Binge Day Poem by uder pressure

Binge Day



Bags hang from
my arms and legs
with pure selfishness

The needle moved
a few notches
to confirm todays
tragedies

My throat somewhat
healed from nothing
returned upward
only nourishing down

I'm left to deal
with the shattered
memories of today
eating away
at my sould

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