I take one more.

One more chip. One more slice of pizza.

One more scoop. One more bite of the bar.

One more sip of my wine.

I decide to take another one.

Then I see them, looking at me.

Commenting. Talking. Judging.

I rush to the bathroom.

I encourage my mind to cleanse.

I pry my systems with my fingers

So that people will stop looking at me.

Saying that I am not perfect.

The hurtling from my belly.

The regurgitation that becomes more.

Only the sink bears knows my story.

I did say that I will write the unfinished ones of our prompts during March. So here I am with a kind of strong one. These are prompts created by Parinitha and me.

 

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