green
green and purple
and spots of bright red
the evenings spent boring
the holes in my head
securing a place and marking it right
until the acid drains in
and I'm swallowed by the night
Faded lines still mark the place
the burnt images still react
the reflection in the mirror
a daily reminder of our sins
and soon into the night
like all before us
we will find ourselves lost again
consumed by an encompassing Fury
that daybreak thrusts upon us
the burning feeling felt when the jaws clamp shut
biting down on the bit
fighting the urge to wail
though our flesh lay impaled
reaction time is dimmed
the dopamine released into
the bloodstream with each passing moment
encourages the gnawing of our own flesh
for the sting it delivers to us
and I bit my own lip today
just to feel it ache
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