today i succeeded in making myself bleed

good for me

the urge to lift something

hand to mouth

habits, habits, habits

shocker that it comes back this way

I’d forgive you if it meant a damn thing

hold my hand over the stove

like anything could ever happen

hour and hour

shoulderblades recede clavicle straight

dozen shouting rejects

into the cycle again

hoarding the things I’ve braised

subcutaneous skin

hours and hours again



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