Looking in the mirror, the person looking back is unrecognizable.
That’s not me, I don’t know who that is.
So many problems need solving.

Filling my mouth with food, the savory taste, the soft texture is so good.
All I have to do is eat. Eat until the pain is gone. Eat until there is nothing left.
A low rumbling thunderstorm brews in a seemingly empty organ. I try to ignore it.
A knife slashing on the sides of my stomach. I need to eat more. I can’t stop.

Sick of the person in the mirror, I decide to make a change. I need to slow down.
A sandwich, uneaten, goes to the garbage. I don’t need it. The fire starts to get hotter.
A grueling pain causes nausea, but there is nothing left to empty. Everything is gone.
The pain subsides, so does the energy. I am finally happy. There is no need to eat.
The darkness creeps into my vision. My eyelids become so heavy they can no longer open.

Pain in the body silences the pain in the head.