Shame

You've made a home within me, between my ribcage and my throat. I let you sink your teeth in me, and a bite you took. My head is in my palms. Tired. Frustrated. Filthy self hatred. Blame. I blame you. I blame the woman staring back at me from that broken bathroom mirror. You cover it up. Try to at least. With makeup. With fake love. They say don't bite the hand that feeds you, but you've left my bowl empty and I crave you. You let me sink my teeth in you, and a bite I took.