artists for eating disorders

I've got a sory to tell--
blink a bind eye and tel it well
but literacy isn't all it's cracked up to be
when words fall on deaf ears.

shove a doorway into my soul;
and spill me onto the page until
I'm satisfied with the results--
ever insatiable, like clockwork gears.

like a child's fucking toy
lying charmed and corroded
but can aesthetics be enough to save a soul?
scream sanity, or plead defeat;
one half you, one half me.