you should be shoving your fetid fingers down your throat, emptying it of everything unholy, of every drop of acid spat from your lips, of everyone you ever thought you loved. you should be sitting naked on the bathroom floor, love being soaked up by the tile, sin melting your skin and turning it purple like the orchid on your shoulder. your face should be twisted up in the mirror, eyebrows entwined and mouth stretched in disgust, wondering why you are everything but lovely.