bite

when i was angry i'd bite hard. i'd open my mouth wide, as if to scream, and then sink my teeth into the flesh of my arm. it would hurt, but only for a moment; it would leave behind two red lines that faded quickly.

sometimes you'd see but you never told me stop.

my chest was just too warm, my heart was overheating. my lungs were drowning in desperation from a life that simply refused to start.

it wasn't the pain that i was after, i only needed to get the fire out from under my skin. i didn't want to punish myself, only the uiverse,

but i fell short.