There’s yellow tape on your bedroom door
and they’re wearing hazmat suits inside.
You’ve crawled into my veins
and I must bleed to be rid of you.
You’ve eaten through my flesh.
You’ve left holes in my body.

I hope it was enough.
I hope that you are full.

My reflection is distorted.
I taste you in my mouth
and see you on the walls.
I vomit in the kitchen sink
I look back in the mirror
and I hope you’re doing well.




© lindsey