The thought
The thought becomes an urge
The urge becomes a desire
The desire becomes a NEED
Your stomach aches and churns
Your obvious bloat a true sign you indulged beyond the limit
Your head spins "What to do?"
The secretive plans begin
What do I say, Where do I go
"I'm going for a walk"
"I have an errand to run"
Or better yet you are alone
You run to your place of comfort and release the pain of an
hour, a day, a
week
When its gone you feel that dizzy high
Ahhhh yes, COMFORT
As time passes so do your feelings of comfort
You begin to feel ashamed, dirty, weak
The guilt quickly takes that comfort and leaves you right
back where you
started
Kim (3/99)
Copyright 1999 by Kim Martel
