Binge
What am I?
a balloon, stretched taut
over a fauct and filled
til bulging then filled
and filled some more
Like a teddy bear, stuffed
with cotton until the seams
burst
The kitchen keeps me shackled,
my fridge is my dealer,
and my pantry contains many
poisons
I am a roller coaster car,
careening around the corner and
plummeting
off the rails
Screaming,
Where the fuck is the steering wheel?
This poem is about:
Me