SWEET STARVATION

suckling on cigarettes
to soften the cries
teasing
empty stomachs, full
of sadness
chasing each drag
with coffee like shots of
alcohol, I am drunk
on this sweet starvation
destroying mind,
body, and so
much more
as reminders ring
in my mind
like church bells
don’t eat,
don’t eat,
don’t eat

 

 

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann
© NOTA, Fall 2015