I skip the New Year's Eve party
and dive into a bucket of chicken
to hide from living and loving.
A feeding frenzy accompanies
my loneliness and isolation.
I strip the poultry from the bone
like a hungry wild wolve
and gobble mashed potatoes as
I eat away sadness and rejection.
My swelling stomach protests
but I shove in macaroni and pecan pie
and the obese lady in the mirror winks at me.
My mood and blood sugar dance and prance
until the bottom falls out with guilt and shame.
Euphoria is followed by self-loathing and
I vow to stop---until the next time
Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition.