There is only forward head down,
Gut wrenched in a twist
Step,
Move ,
Closer,
Eyes cast down I pretend I don’t know her,
Until my eyes transcend this mundane
Headed for the door
Utterly perpetual inevitable encounter,
Walk a bit faster,
Take haste
I swear sometimes
That girl in the reflection
Takes chase.
I hate you she’s murmuring
Fresh wounds burning
Fleeting like
The beat of her
Step,
Step,
Steps
Are reassuring.
And this negative self image
Isn't reoccurring.