It all puddles

In every crevice

Between every bit

Of my inner workings

My stomach with

Acidic anger

At all who damage

My skin with the love

I fear I’ll never

Feel again

My heart with confusion

Bewilderment, betrayal

Picking up

The dying vessels

My waist with the preserverence

Of an Olympic athlete

Wanting to be smaller

I am emotion soup

Most of my ingredients don’t make sense

But I must continue to digest