A story like mine - poem

TW: vomiting, starvation

So starved,

that I throw up the first bite.

Just a little

is too much.

It doesn’t taste how I expected

or remember,

and it hurts

more than I thought it would,

and I know one day I’ll eat again;

Cakes and chicken and teas and soups

and pies and ice cream and chips and chocolate.

One day I will throw up from too much,

not too little.

That is so far away.

So far.

That I imagined the first bite would be magical

and I would be healed

and the colour would return to my skin

and I would reinflate

and I would be embraced.

And yet I am hungry.

Hungrier.

Starving.

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Cover image by Evie S.

Written in October 2022

Short Queer Poetry