The Bathroom

the bathroom smells of despair

and recycled dinners

and my lips bleed from teeth that sink into all the wrong places

I keep winning then losing and sliding down a sick twisted slide of self destruction and rotting teeth

I breathe bile and regret in the air that was once sweet and guilt free

I choke on pasta and raw fear lodged in the cracks of my esophagus

burning like a punchline but the only joke is me

what have I become if not a slave

where I once was master

a beast that was once beauty and bones

and now eats dirt on cheap grounds instead of champagne

and I reek of putrid secrets that don’t hide well in the rolls on my stomach

and my shadows taint pretty streets

my footsteps drag on perfect lawns

I’m a pariah and even the moon has come to hate me