by Holly H Dunne
She whispers to me from the depths of my gut
"If you want to stay thin, you'll keep your mouth shut
Every morsel of food that passes your lips
Will rest on your thighs, your stomach, your hips
Resist the temptation, you must avoid all your meals
Because nothing tastes as good as thin feels
Thin equals beauty so you must loose all that weight
And fat is the enemy both of us hate
Like buried treasure, your bones will be found
They'll rise to the surface as you shed each pound
I am your new drug and I will get you high
And I will help you kiss all your problems good bye.
Posted on 11/08/2003
Copyright © 2021 Holly H Dunne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rebecca Lin on 03/29/05 at 06:31 AM|
Wow... just wow. I love the rhyming...
|Posted by Mo Couts on 07/08/11 at 03:08 PM|
Wow...eating disorder related poetry always strikes a nerve with me, and this one is just so fabulously written, Holly.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/07/15 at 01:16 PM|
I enjoyed this immensely.