I am fucked up, my brain feels like slime. I’m melting inside like
a volcano cake, everyone wants a bite. I give out pieces of me when
I’m still missing some myself. Sometimes it hurts a bit, but I’m
used to the pain. I feel used, too.
It’s like a dark, sticky fluid has replaced the blood in my veins.
If I cut myself deep enough, I could cleanse my body, but it won’t
be enough. It always feels dirty, someways.
And vomit, puke on it, everything inside me, let it dry. And I’d
fuck myself on it, squirt on it, shit on it, bleed on it, cover it
with the dirt I keep inside all this bloated useless skin they call
I’d break my bones to see if I still have some or if I’m just a
Spread the sheet out on my balcony, or on the top of the highest
tower. I’d make a wide cut
pull my skin inside out and wash it with boiling water and glass
Would my chopped off head be too light to roll ?
What do we see when we gush our eyes out ?