The Anorexic

The bread crumbs that satisfied my hunger,
the coffee that quenched my thirst,
all sit on the table, staring at me.
That pathetic figure of mine.

Lean and starved.
Anorexic and diseased.
I lay on the bed,
staring back at them.

Let's die together, I say.
And I get up to eat and drink.
I eat and drink with a sad face.
The crumbs and coffee.

Then,
then I vomit.
Leading us to death.
"Yes, let's 'anorexically' die together" I say.