lead me to bulimia

he lets the hunger gorge on me
no cross on my mind
and none on my head
give us this day our daily bread
unholy with the weight of grounded flesh
no prickling of the skin i feel
only on me the abscess shaking
heavier and heavier as others ascend
is it too late to repent said the child
yes i answered
he gave me this day
and i asked for another