Bulimia A woman in blackStumbles into the night,Bright-eyed, ravenousLooking for the world To glide down her once forbidden throat Open the tunnelHere comes the trainNo one noticedThat it U-turned aroundRun right quickMake it rain overA porcelain godAll too easily found Stumble into the darkOpen the doorSpill a triangle of lightPass out, or sleepWhichever comes firstCan’t put up the fight No one can keep youFrom it; it inevitableBut not impenetrable Awaken with lukewarm waterAnd cold sweatFrom nightmaresSet to awaken the dead.