Problems with Self-Image
I can feel the acid
pouring up through my throat.
It flows into the porcelain basin
now filled with memories
of what my mind and stomach
have digested.
I can feel the tears,
welling up, stinging my eyes.
It always follows,
it never ceases.
It's the aftertaste
that's the worst part.
Remnance of what you once had.
pouring up through my throat.
It flows into the porcelain basin
now filled with memories
of what my mind and stomach
have digested.
I can feel the tears,
welling up, stinging my eyes.
It always follows,
it never ceases.
It's the aftertaste
that's the worst part.
Remnance of what you once had.