Sacred

"Body like the mountain, heart like the ocean, mind like the sky."

In my mouth the taste of sugar donut balls lingers
It is not pleasure.
Instead if sets off the trigger
I hold my breath as much as
 I hold it all in

 Like everything else
In, in, in,
 Recurrently
 I tell myself to hold it all in

Most days I still swallow my secrets with each painful bite
Better days
 Don't come or last
 There is nothing else to these tendencies
 My illness
Makes me churn
 My head

 Ugh