Random Word: Chronic???

Sherry use to enjoy dinner time like Christmas Mornin

And her mother was mean chef
who knew how
to put the soul
in soul food

I mean she really knew how to put her foot in it!
And though she wasn't from Texas
Sherry always believed that being bigger was better

but one day Sherry confused her tv for mirror
compared her reflection to a Seventeen magazine
and convinced herself that being plus sized
was no longer acceptable

Her mind had become susceptible
to anything that could make her feel
But since then, Sherry has fallen
completely out of touch
with herself

So now,
Sherry regurgitates thoughts of dinner time
like a drunk uncle at family reunions

she burps empty stomachs in break rooms
as if trying to gather laughs
during a high school lunch period

Breakfast is trapped somewhere in her imagination
alongside Sherry's new found popularity
but she just walks around
hand and hand with Delusion
as if this all is a dream

But in reality,
She is a walking
chronic eating disorder
Her lungs breathe starvation
Her stomach growls like jungles
of third world countries
Her face is a wall where we use to
hang smiling portraits
Her hair is chipped paint
Her limbs are corroded pipes

Her body is an abandoned home
that every one is afraid to go near
and guys often take bets
to see who is brave enough to sleep in her overnight

Sherry traded in her SOUL food
for diet pills and skipped meals
but beauty never came to her
in the form of capsule...

Random Word: Imagination???

I've always made excuses
for not having ever written a poem about you
but really you were just a muse
that I couldn't get on paper fast enough

You were just that one quote
that probably would have changed the world
if only I had found a chisel
to get you in my stone cold heart
and ensure that you would stick around forever

But I cant say I didn't write your name in pencil on purpose
because even a blind man can see
that danger doesn't always
show its face in plain sight

You made me vulnerable to my own weakness
cuz you knew I wasn't good with handling mail
yet you always expected me
to push then envelope in our relationship

I bet you still wonder how
every time you'd search and try to find me
I'd always magically manage to lose myself

Because my mind ran in circles
trying to think outside the box for you
so maybe you should stay confined
to the radius of my imagination.

Just allow my dreams to breathe...