I just killed my third bag of cookies.
I read the ingredients,
Neither the eggs nor the trans fats stopped me.
And now my stomach is paying the price.
I nurse you all, babies, babies of recovery.
Each of you, my darlings, bowing on cold tiles,
Seeking redemption, the most faithful of friends,
To never eat, never again.
Night comes, dizziness has begun,
Sobriety's absence leads you to the fridge,
Once the chewing is done, the guilt has it's fun,
And we all vow over again.
