Bathroom Hiding

Bathroom Hiding

Naked flesh sealed

Giving my eye teeth

Legs near ear

Ribs intertwined

Arms laced

Inseparable, fused

Filled with tar, heavy heart

Lips locked in a corner

Sweaty fingers, rubbing against the neck

Jealousy 

I want to be them

So sick with it you could gag

Fast, faster

Mirror

Too much

Too much of it

Crying, groaning

You can’t see

You can’t feel

Let it out

Fingers in mouth

Hand on edge

“I need you to come”

Choking, frustrated

Fists on thighs

Hair falling into a pool

Sweat, blood

Hanging by a thread

Release, finally

And then another round

[This poem is about two things. Think about it in the context of intimacy, then in the context of body dysmorphia, body dysphoria, and bulimia]