The broken faucet that won't stop dripping sets the tone: the speaker is stuck in a small, grimy space where nothing gets fixed. Mascara clumps and red hair dye stain the sink, and these messy details lead into the poem's central image, a monster the speaker feels living inside them. It watches them cry, vomit and bleed, yet sometimes seems "sweet and tame."
In the mirror, the speaker sees a "taxidermy clone" of themselves, something that looks alive but is slightly wrong. The poem then turns physical and frightening: a hand on the thigh, nails digging in, teeth at the neck. Judging by the imagery, this "he" may be the inner monster or a reflection of the speaker's self-harm and pain, though the poem leaves that unclear. What is clear is the cycle. He appears, hurts, vanishes, and returns. The ending is flat and resigned, with the speaker simply watching the faucet drip. The mood is uneasy, numb and trapped.