HabitsInsecurity fills up my abdomen,Habits3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bloated image formed in the reflection.
Thunder thighs that aren’t filled with pictures of reality.
A twisted image that stabs like a dagger in my empty stomach,
old habits never die young in my heart.
The toilet is just inches from the mirror,
dumping ground for the poison on the plate.
The lies to the questions, I just fill you with confusion and hurt.
I am sorry for the smoke screens, they back fire on me too sometimes.