Guilt,
Eats me from the inside out,
Just wishing it would eat the calories I've consumed.
Indulgence,
A weakness of mine.
I look in the mirror and see imperfections,
Nasty, obvious, and growing imperfections...
Crawling out of my skin,
Into my reflection,
Tearing her apart.
Words creep into my tattered mind.
They wound,
They scar,
Even more than before.
Will these demons ever stop
Tearing me apart?
Piece by piece?
Inside out?
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