anorexia as told through coffee

Coffee

 

In the beginning

 

You watched the white swirls melt into dark

Turning the hostile liquid

Soft,

 

The darkest liquid

Served in white mugs,

Sinking its way down

Your mother’s throat.

 

Later

 

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.

 

Now

 

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

 

Coffee

 

Whenever you want.

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