A thought
layer over another a dash, an intrusive thought's win annex the muddled mind and seizes control
oh its flat, lets try that out, too many thoughts, might be a way out, a rush of adrenaline, the sting strangely, a relief.
this works, something works. why not then, just a line, then two, then three slowly the sting isn't enough, the thrist yearning maybe deeper, might be better.
more slices, more stings, disassociating, the wave of regret the pain, calling back at me gnawing, whining I cave. the glimmer reflecting from my hand
like drugs, it just calls for more the sight of red, excites the way the layer builds that boundry, curling away like two like poles of the magnet, away is better.
the voices call me out again, I reach out, then pause, curling into a ball turning away from those around me fighting against it im not it,
a glisten, and the voices, a yell, another breakdown, a stifle I hold back tears cant form anymore. I need something . a leaf, a blade, I need this to spill out
a small figurine on the shelf, pushing through so many mountains, so much pulling it back so much it needs to to stand strong through, forgetting, how to lean, to rely how to be taken care of how to smile, to feel a rush of happiness, just an exhausted sigh
















