Binging

In the bathroom's stark glare, she bends and bows, Where bright lights dazzle, her mind in throes. Each pulse of brilliance, a relentless dance, As she surrenders to her purging trance.

The gleaming tiles beneath her knees, A cold comfort in this silent squeeze. Her fingers clutch the porcelain's edge, As she releases the demons, her silent pledge.

Each retch a symphony of despair, Echoes of anguish fill the air. Her stomach churns with every heave, A tortured soul seeking reprieve.

In the harsh luminescence, she's exposed, A fragile figure, painfully imposed. Her spirit tangled in this dark refrain, Lost in cycles of binge and pain.

She feasts on shadows, then purges the sin, A cruel cycle she cannot win. But beneath the glaring lights, a flicker ignites, As she softly cries and hugs her ribs tight.