Bile
Stupid, stupid, stupid—
the thought is stuck on repeat.
Over and over and over again,
I lose control.
The thought is stuck on repeat,
reminding me of how it feels.
I lose control
and taste the disappointment.
Reminding me of how it feels—
my cry pierces my ears
and the taste of disappointment
goes down thick.
My cry pierces my ears
and the burning in my throat
goes down thick,
like the finger that’s stuck in it—
and the burning in my throat—
stupid, stupid, stupid
like the finger that’s stuck in it
over and over and over again.