Bul-Le-Me-a.
If I waste away to nothing there will be nothing left to waste
Pounds pain them, pain pounds them
"Bull lee' me a.......
"Bull lee' me a...... ...lone!!"
she gasped
through her vomit
encrusted lips
lips once full and pouty
but now dessicated
by the lack of nourishment
plus her stomach acid
becomes
lip balms
three to
eight times a day
She only prizes thin
instead of thin-king
so...........
she will pig out
on huge volumes of food
and then purge in
long retches of pain.
"bulleemia lone"
is all she
can say when
begged
to save her
esophagus
from cancer
somewhere
Just down the road.
Ten years or so
from now
it may purge her
from this world,
vomiting her
into a hole
and then
covering with dirt
bones already exposed
under her frail flesh.
Then they truly will
leave her alone
occasionally visiting
with flowers
and mumbled prayers
over what could have been
but was eroded away
from bulimia and
the acids of choosing
insanity for vanity.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III