Bent over the toilet
My knees feel at home
My hair is tied back
The reflection's not whole
I remember the feeling
So that later I might
Recall the ghost kneeling
And resist the worst fight

Part of
this routine
I learn the right tricks
A promise to myself
Because emptiness sticks
Red knuckles- not angry
Tears stream- I'm not sad
A love for my body
I feel alive through a bag

The bath is my timer
20 minutes- not long
I punish myself
with the heat- I am strong
A warrior bends
I'm drowing in sin
But my skin is bright red
And I live with this pain