spitting bitter bile from my mouth muttering “this isnt me” but isnt it? ive been muttering for years now spitting in secret as to seem clean is this not me repetition makes habit break it all you want but at the end of the day im still spitting i hate this taste so much when did i let myself turn sour?
day 5 of 31 days of poetry, got up at 345am for work, then after work spent 5 hours fixing **** in my life and just.... MONEY and FEES, LIFE AM I WRITE, this is a wine drunk poem