Fat Goth Poetry

The knife slides across the flesh

Over and over; a work of art

The bitter sting wells at the back of my throat

Flames in my sinuses; arson of the brain

I cannot deny you, I must have you once more

Sashimi

Dark hours of the night
Wrapped around me, shroud-like,
No one to see our hidden tryst
But the staring street lights;

Its in these moments
Between you and I alone
You look into my soul and
There is understanding;

The depths of my soul weep
At the comfort of Fourth Meal.

Why do I find myself here again

Trolling the streets staring

An uncontrollable hunger burns me inside

I have a need that can’t be filled

Why do you close so early Bakery

Once again I drive home Denied.

I will have vengeance

My hate will burn you.

But in the morning you are open

Your baked treats sooth my hate

For now.

hands are shaking
breath is quick

anger rising
take my medicine

They all reject me
They all looked the other way

I never got a chance
Now they’ll all pay

Mountain Dew fuels me
Takes the pain away

Black because I hurt inside
Black because it feels real
Black because it matches my pain

Black because the world is gray
Black because it draws the eye
Black because society is a lie

Black because its slimming
Black because it hides the (food) stains
Black because I am afraid of being different

Black is all there is to me

hidden within
secret surprise
slowly undress
heart racing
hands trembling
last, best
taking my time
pudding cup
lunch afterglow

I’ve seen you before
standing, wanting, waiting

We’ve met here before
serving, slaving, vending

You serve their desires
just as you serve mine

A tempting choice
which of your delights to enjoy?

I venture forth burning with a terrible need

I hunt the night seeking my prey

Darkness is all around matching the shades in my soul

Why I am I driven thus

Why does this need drive me

Why must I hate myself so

I see it there my hunt nears its end

I can taste my prey

My mind rebels while my body hungers.

I curse thee White Castle

I curse my father for introducing you to me

I curse you alcohol for clouding my mind an waking this hunger

Once again the late night menu calls to me

Once again I will devour what I know will harm me

Once again my beast rules me.

Damn this weakness

Damn the Crave.

I am assailed by your sweet voice promising paradise but delivering hell

You tempt me when I am week and then cause me agony when I succumb

I curse you Food court, you vile den of temptation and inequity.

Why can I not stand against your sirens song.

Your beautiful pale exterior hides a biting sour filling

I curse you Lemon Meringue you are two faced like all of my other so called friends.