Asphyxiation.

Just like how some choose for alcohol to be their solace,
She chose hers to be chocolate.
A temporary relief, a Bitter Sweet bittersweet,
Aching bits of chocolate chips,
Echoing the essence of her own heart.

And on she ate and on she ate,
A self-proclaimed healing took place.
The heat from the binge soon came to engulf,
To worsen her already sickened state,
And back to square one it was.