Guilt

Fry me up by the sink

Laugh, gargle, spit and kick

 Me out of your subconscious again

Where I stay shackled to the back of your mind, ankles bruised 

Behind all the other shit you don’t want to think of 

Like how your parents missed your valedictorian speech

And the Christmas you spent at Burger King 

Like a whiff from outside the very first circle of hell

 Ring my bell

Stick a fork in my side to check if my juices run clear

 Your fear

Is my favorite part of you now

The only you that’s really still you

You know?