Pull
off my ears and chew
You
aren’t religious in any way
With all that guilt
Sweet
potato
Sleeping
bag and headphones
Juxtaposing
myself against the objects of my gaze, aren’t I
They
perform for me
They
exist through me
Im
too self aware and self loathing now
He's
such a stirrer
Lots
of bruises
Chipped
my front tooth pretty bad
Im
full, tired and bored