Yesterday,

I dug a screw driver through my hand

weaved it between bones, here and there;

The cartilage frayed into sinew tassels

like a rusty tap, it leaked in hundreds,

and I thought nothing of it.

Today,

I met two sisters, beginning and end

they counted on their hands, one to ten,

my intestines moved and my fingernails tore

as if to flee to a skinless prison;

wear away at my modest calls..

I thought to think something of it,

Tomorrow,

I thought of ways to hurt myself,

to hurt you;

tie the red mesh and vaporize the heart,

melt your iron chest and spit it off my tongue,

like candle wax dripping pleasure onto skin,

So I would think something of it;

and finally sleep in my dreams