I forgot how to breath the day you died

my fingernails kiss my skin

digging into every crevice

like a toddler playing at the beach

the strongest urge to scrape away

my spine floods all of my senses

like an obnoxious scab

begging to be peeled off

my hands grip onto knives and hammers any sort of weapon I can get my hands on

smashing and carving and scratching away

past memories that have been

branded across my lips