Bitter bile

Salt, sweat

Feels like. . .

Blood on my hands.

Shadows and swirls.

Smoke.

House of mirrors.

Sorry?

Of course.

Not sorry enough

Stampede.

Who am I?

My insides;

Churning and undulating.

Imposter.

A thorn.

I should have been a safety net.

Sticky sweet.

Numbness.

Please forgive me.

Consolation prize:

I have to live with myself.