Confessional

Clare Fortescue

Chocolate has everything going for it.
The sensuous way it melts and moves around in your mouth
The deliciousness, the flavor, the sweetness.
I love chocolate. I am addicted to chocolate.
I nurse my addiction.
Chocolate fills in my empty places…
The comments not said, the validations of my being.
I fill them in with chocolate.
I don't even notice missing the nurturing,
The caring, the interest in me.
Chocolate goes to those places
At least I wish it would.
Mostly it goes to my hips
Or my acne.
It's so lonely not being visible to anyone else
But me.  I hate it.
Chocolate sweetens my hate.
So I can savor it.
I nurture my neurosis.
All the holes validate my victimhood.
Chocolate is my therapist. 
It maintains the status quo.
And that is oh so sweet.