Promethean

when eating
feels like dying

color splashes
every bite
burning
aching
withdrawal
is the sign of dependency
is this retribution?

can’t look in the mirror
stabs my eyes
blood plugs my nose
runs down my throat
suffucation
brings me to my knees

nothing on my chest
inside, a gray mess
pulling at my face
gone, light and warmth

loose skin peels
another promethean night

when grip breaks rock
it’s suicidal thoughts galore

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