anorexia as told through coffee



In the beginning


You watched the white swirls melt into dark

Turning the hostile liquid



The darkest liquid

Served in white mugs,

Sinking its way down

Your mother’s throat.




The brown became the antidote

To the hunger

In your soft white stomach,


You poured it desperately

Into your lungs

Like air,

Let it touch your tongue

Like your own last breath.




You hold the mug within the paper of your fingers,

Swirling the dark with the light,

For pleasure,


Empty mugs line

The wooden desk you write on,

Because you can drink




Whenever you want.


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