It knows divine

[quiet fiber]

Sustenance,
It sickens me.
Nutrients,
What of it.
Undeserving.
The body knows.
The grain of flesh,
Fibers splintered
On sinew torn in teeth.
Gentle weeping,
Instrumental
In damnation.
Abdominal purge.
The stench of cortisol
Ribbing the meat-
It's ruined.
Taut and sour,
The beast's dread.
The body knows-
It knows divine.
It knows divine.

[swift sun]

Hey @quiet fiber cool poem! I believe I know what you are communicating and it's a really interesting topic. I particularly love the repetition of "It knows divine" at the end and love the use of that line as the title. My one suggestion would be since it reads like a list, you might want to consider adjusting the capitalization to make it more clear to the reader that there are in fact commas and other punctuation.

Sustenance,
it sickens me.
Nutrients,
what of it?
Undeserving.

Great work! Keep writing!

[stuck thicket]

Wonderful! @swift sun has just progressed to level 1!

[quiet fiber]

Thanks for the advice. Though I'm more interested in what you think it's about. I like hearing people's different interpretations.

[swift sun]

I'm not sure if I'm right, but then again, poetry is often up for interpretation so whatever I see in it has it's own beauty, but I read it as being about ||eating disorders||.

[quiet fiber]

That's halfway what it's about. But also about me being so sick that it's difficult to eat. I'm also chronically ill and unfortunately, I have a hard time eating without getting sick.