Stress Eating & Starving

I have two pieces inside of me.

I have a vessel so empty that I can’t bear to eat.

Bones terrified of anything but skin clutching their framework.

A vacant map of carefully crafted dysmorphia that I can’t imagine feeding anything but self-taught lies.

I have a bursting body filled up until all I can do is feast.

Insides begging for all that they can eat.

A rib cage fighting to contain the craving to binge and explode.

I have two pieces, and neither is healthy or sure of itself.

I have two pieces I struggle to control, but neither make up a whole.