I hate this part, stomach pushed
Into the sink as I peer into the mirror.
Face avoidant.

Storm brewing in eyes,
Like a cocktail being stirred,
Hear the screams rattling, contortions, every microtick and pinch.

Shut the lid a little tighter.
Give it a stir.

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