Ode to Toilets

She kneels down to her knees

And leans over the bowl

And spills forth her sins

From her stomach and soul

As she stares

Into the porcelain bowl of regrets

The cost of this cleansing

She never forgets

But she ate too much

And she ate so little

She wanted too much

What she wanted was little

She hated herself

And the hated this spot

She wanted thin to begin

But instead her heart stopped

Skin and bones, she lay there

On the bathroom floor

As slowly creaked open

The bathroom door