Trick.

At 2:12 the coffee pot said 3:13.

I was left then with only my stems
and they were reaching..
reaching out at me -
dying to be unearthed.

It's a nasty little habit;
bad enough when I bite at the roots
but it worsened when I ate the stems

It created lifelong scars
both physical and mental.
And it's so thick that they carve
right through the clothes I wear:
My shirt and striped fedora.

It endows my physical scars
with hands of their very own:
Hands that tear at my skin
Hands that pull the stems
right out from their roots
hands that aren't my own.

Now I could take these little pills,
but they won't solve the problem.,
they'll supress the symptom, sure
but they can't get rid of
this thick monster inside of me..
And I can't seem to either.