Undernourished
A story about a bout with anorexia that culminated in an unanswered cry for help. I have since learned to nourish myself.
Forceful masculine energy spoiled my appetite
in a selfish rage of rejection.
Nourishment – lack of mine - revealed greedy
gossip, but no confrontation. Only
silently provided superficial
glances of concern, remaining quiet
to avoid imagined embarrassment.
For whom? Silence stated a deafening
realization. There’s no nurturing here.
Only starvation by quiet control.
Carefully controlled thoughts. Controlled actions.
Unfulfilling embraces cause hushed pain.
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Don’t mind me – I’ll just continue to shrink
quietly in my corner, shut away
in my safe room so you don’t have to feel
the discomfort of unspoken inaction.
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Avert your eyes! Cover your mouth! while I pass.
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KJ Aartila
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