Binge

Wed, 04/04/2018 - 21:16 -- Saroda

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

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