The Vortex: ED Poetry and Writings

The Vortex

The delicious hunger
fills me up with hollowness
and pleasurable pangs,
confusion centers my mind and
dizziness gives me strength.
Eat my feast of salad and
daintily slam a gallon of water,
oops to much, better pay homage
to my god and sacrifice my meal.
So weak after my offering,
I had better run a mile.
Aching knees tell me
that I'm winning this game.
Up all night pacing with
wild thoughts and jitters
sleep is for the weak.
Throat so raw I can
hardly speak, silence
is my ally and works
better than the lies.

by: Tara Lundberg

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