Placed in front is your favorite dish
But to the side is a face you hate
It makes you wrinkle your face in distaste.
Swallow quickly, feel the chunks slide
Rid the bowl of food with haste
Hold your breath as everything shakes.
Your body revolts at a quickening pace
And your feet patter quickly
Against the tiled floor
To make it past
The open bathroom door.
Twist the lock, and lift the lid
Kneel and hurl; that's what you did.
Again and again, you wretch and you heave.
Day in and day out you take your leave
To find yourself alone and kneeling
Never once truly eating.