• Slam my face against the glass;
    Can't get away from the pain.
    Covered in blood;
    the only thing that proves i'm alive.
    Cut the words into my body;
    Make the scalpel dull beforehand.
    i want every second
    to be an hour.
    I want every tiny jab of pain to crystal clear.
    translucent.
    i want to feel my life-force dripping out of me.
    i want to feel the blood coming out between my teeth;
    taste the liquid iron.
    i want these tattoos of hurt
    carved into me with a brutality that clarifies the senses.
    my eyes are so dulled that the world is a fog.
    my breath a small and gentle wheeze.
    the sparks are flickering...
    sputtering...
    out.