lessons I learned from rock stars

The one time
I smashed an acoustic guitar
I was alone
In my hospital room
On the eating disorder ward

The room felt like
My stomach did,
A flimsy sheath
Barricading a furious
Black hole
Of craving

Or like my body felt,
Entombing an empty heart

I heard the voices of nurses
And mental health technicians
As they ran
To catch sight
Of me,
Too late

My soul
Temporarily
Set free