Rash

i have been scratching at my throat.
red lines crisscrossing dry skin.
this rash hasn't gone away.
maybe its anxiety?
maybe its irritation?
i tell others its from a food allergy.

i look in the mirror at my reflection.
all of the imperfections.
the rash bubbles and festers.
maybe ill wear a scarf?
maybe ill keep my hair down?
i tell others i am confident.

i bite my tongue until blood pools in my mouth.
i keep my hands busy with wrappers and nicotine. 
i concentrate on paintings, papers, and books.
i delete your number and sleep with an extra pillow.
but i know what this rash is from,
its your poison leaving my body.