Ananiah J: Poetry Collection

I Will Learn To Cook

The internet sells fast love, bite sized pieces that taste like sour punk: electric, zesty and sweet. Like an IV drip, you pin its tubes against your withering body and tired soul. As the liquid seeps into your bloodstream you feel the lust, the assurance, and the disgust. The feelings contradictory - clashing. Waking up from what feels like a fever dream, nausea forms at the depth of your stomach as guilt claws through your skin. You won't make it out this time. You mould yourself into the bathroom floor - foetus position, look up to the yellow neon light that consumes your eyes with folded hands. Pray your eyes run dry as you cry. You swear tomorrow you'll look up some recipes and learn to cook. How hard could it be? Or maybe you won't.

You need to go to rehab.

About The Author:

Ananiah is a writer, reader, and painter drawn to the unapologetically raw moments of life. With a pen in hand, a canvas by her side, and the quiet company of her cat, she crafts work that reflects the perfections, imperfections, and everything in between of nature.