“Don’t bite the hand that feeds ya!”
All these years I’ve been nibbling away,
looking for love in all the wrong places and
asking for things that were mine all along.
Teeth imprints everywhere:
my own hands, heart, and mind.
Bloody days when the going gets tough,
resulting in even a soul full of
ravaged bite marks.
No one here to feed me, belly still full,
but my hands…nowhere to be found.