A Reason (revise)

IT keeps hounding me.
That voice that sounds eerily like my mother
but with a bit more judgement thrown in
for good measure.
IT thrives on guilt.
Poking like a sliver stuck in your sock,
the kind you can't see, but you know IT is there.
Clean
Bake
Drink
All at once.
I'm doing all I can to ignore her. oops.
I mean IT.
There's a reason I don't keep a gun
in the house.