Wasted

Sunken cheeks,

twisting obliques,

20 crunches, now 20 more.

Okay,

now you can have your half a muffin

in secret.

Sweet and processed,

break a bite to find-

white powder in the air.

Bluish-green fuzz.

Shock, your heart sinks

a “treat” so rotten

so guilty, wrong, untimely, scary.

It festers in secret.

And there’s more, there’s more!

This good thing, this sweet and safe

and welcomed thing gone bad.

The silent white clings to blueberries

– goodbye to the healthy bits.

Voiceless it waits to be uncovered.

If only you hadn’t waited.

If only you could go back, have helped it sooner.

Too late. Pulled apart and infected,

robbed of all its health

an anorexic and her moldy blueberry muffin.

Kate Lawrence