Binge Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

Binge



The frenzy of a starving man,
tearing off pieces and
discarding half eaten morsels
to keep consuming,
calculated, decisively out of control,
these conflicting instincts.
The snap back of elastic
and your hands on the porcelain
are never enough.

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ill
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 26 May 2014

A nicely thought out piece but so incredibly sad that this afflicts so many.

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