The sound of teeth to
The sound of teeth to fork and fork to bowl are so similiar
is the bowl ceramic or are my teeth
Am I a doll
I see my reflction kneeling in the window before the bowl
becaue I don't want to sit down
it's
like I'm worshippng it
and I
don't want to see myself anymore
maybe I am worshipping
because the broth right now
is the only warmth in my body
I find myself kneeling again
as searing hot water fill the tub and multicolored bubbles rise
odd because they travel up but don't ever feel wind
a cat walks into the bathroom and purrs
I've taken a liking to animals lately and I
am so hateful towars people
It's like I've wished all my life for them to love me and now
I just want to be alone
I feel new things birth and new things die
and I
laugh and sigh at the same time
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