Little, persistent reminders of self-doubt
Red lines across the inside of the cheek,
a reminder of every time I haven’t known the right answer

your tongue is acidic

you enjoy the slow burn

and suddenly i don’t know if I’m going to the right college
/bite/
and suddenly i don’t know who i’m *******
/bite/
and suddenly i don’t know what I am anymore
/bite/

your teeth, my cheek