Beast

by: Maya Wilson

When I'm sad, I don't eat.
It's almost like a punishment, I suppose.
The opposite of binge-eating for comfort.
I binge starve.
Is that wrong?
Maybe.
I just don't like the idea of feeding
The very thing making me sad.
I'm a monster.
Oh, yes, I fit all the necessary criteria.
I prey late at night, I scratch and I claw
And I pull and I tug and I bite and I bleed
And I bruise and I punish and I punish
And punish.
Starve the beast.
To hell with her.
She breaks promises.
She tells lies.
She bends and twists and manipulates
And I need her killed.
I need her killed.
I'm hungry. Please don't let me eat.