Stay In Control
Stay in control.
Wake up at six.
Eat salad without the dressing.
Do fourteen squats.
Swallow the pills
that read “appetite-suppressing”.
Stay in control.
Drink coffee black.
Don’t cry ‘till after your shift.
Small talk with Claire.
Laugh at Ben’s jokes.
Take stairs, but never the lift.
Stay in control.
Look before crossing.
Spare change to buy the Big Issue.
Take aspirin
to dull your pain.
Ignore that blood in your tissue.
Stay in control.
Avoid the mirror.
Wear clothes that cover your bloat.
Eat a thin mint...
maybe another.
Stick a finger down your throat.
Stay in control.
Bedtime at ten.
Codeine for some light sedation.
Distract your thoughts
with a good book,
Netflix shows, and masturbation.
Stay in control.
Turn off your light.
Ponder on how you’re trapped,
like a battery-farm chicken,
drunk on antibiotics
in the dirty mesh cage
that's your own fucking mind.
And the only things you can control
are the numbers on the scales
and the numbers on your fitness tracker.
So choke down a cocktail
of every shitty pill
you’ve ever managed to scavenge
and pray to God
that tomorrow will be different.
And drift to sleep.
Stay in control.
Wake up at six.
...Wake up at six?
~
[Disclaimer: I don't want to promote any of the disordered behaviors in this poem. Pls let me know if you think a TW is necessary.]
Feedback:
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/maporw/a_dreadful_night/grtk651/?context=3
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/man5gn/introverted/grtmc1w/?context=3
Posted Mar 22, 2021, 4:02 PM UTC · edited
whew, after settling into the rhythm, the italicized section (good job on taking advantage of the formatting options) was intense! i typically don’t like curse words in poetry, but your “fucking” and “shitty” helped convey, along with the removal of rhythm, how the speaker was spiraling. in a word, nice.
Thank you friend!