Three fingers wrapped around your stomach -
The others in your
throat.
It's all
Acid
And citric words to you.
They open clipboards,
Take notes,
Tell you of conspiracies and
How it's all
An impish trick.
You know it's true.
You cannot be deceived.
You are
The eye of your personal god
Rocking in the corner
Gross idolatry
But comforted
In your strange stranger identity.
It's all too big.
You're enormous.
There's not
Enough space in this little world
For loud, creating you.
Slick finger by finger
Framed by failing livers
And angry little kidneys
You'll crawl back -
And soon the world will be
Infinite enough for
Ever shrinking growing
You.
YOU ARE READING
ACiD
Poetry'Framed by failing livers And angry little kidneys You'll crawl back -' - Free verse Poem. Trigger Warnings: Eating Disorders, purging, depression.