D/c: I don't own the Covenant, but it's my poem-thing.
W: Eating disorder.
Follow-up to Control. Digging deeper into the spiral. Slightly darker.
As much as I can see it being Pogue, I think this'll be Reid's thoughts. It works for me. It doesn't really matter if you think otherwise though. Feel free. Thanks for the reviews and ideas from Control. I think most people saw it as Reid too, but like I said, it's just poetry, so whatever your heart desires.
We'll see where this goes, won't we? Maybe a story won't be necessary. Perhaps a series of free-form poems will suffice.
On a side note, I almost named this Denial. Actually, I might rename it and make another piece called Nausea... Ideas?
Enjoy. (As much as one can, I suppose...)
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Nausea
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Disgust.
Shame.
Fear.
Things you shouldn't feel
because of food.
Desperation.
Denial.
Fear...
Things you shouldn't
keep locked inside.
A mirror:
Shallow?
Pathetic?
Fear... of what?
Of having a problem.
Of people finding out.
Of acceptance.
Of changing.
Of never being enough.
Of... being "too much".
Disgust...
Of yourself.
Of your thoughts.
Of your loss of control.
Of losing yourself to the stereotypes.
Of being unable to do anything about it...
Of not wanting to.
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That's it. Confusion and controlling thoughts. What can he do?
Look for more, some time. I don't feel like doing a recovery piece yet. I think if this will be a series, I want a rock bottom hit first, eh?
Till next time,
-J X