I was eating anger by the spoonful, stuffing it into my mouth with unwashed hands, greedily swallowing without chewing, starved of life force, smearing my face, not caring what it looked like, eating, stuffing, swallowing, until I could feel the sadness subside.
I am at peace
Todays prompt at octpowrimo.com was black. It’s one of my favourite colours to wear, and charcoal is a wonderful medium to work with. Even with all these happy associations with black, I ended up writing a darker poem. I’ve written aplenty about depression, so there’s more blackness if you like.
Unassorted stories 
Great action in this poem. I especially like “into my mouth with unwashed hands”
Thank you! My notebook shows how it’s written almost stream of conciousness.
Your poem resonates with a person who has an eating disorder.
I love this poem Angela. Even though it’s dark, I love all the images you convey through the words you chose.
And the idea that one can erase sadness with stuffing oneself with anger and attain peace is… unfortunately not true, but something we try too often, no matter how many times it fails.
XO
This is one of my favorites, engages all the senses and feelings