𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ━━ 𝚄𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

itch itch itching; away at my corpse.

2/8/21

i'm ravenous for the alphabet.
adrenaline feeds
the poundings in my eardrums.
my thumbs
cannot

                  keep

          up

with

insanity;

i     
stop.

                 

to
scratch.
scalp
  first.

jagged claws
which haven't been intimate
with a nail trimmer in months,
sink into a dandruff-dusted nest.

scratch. scratch. scratch. scratch scratch gash.
the grubbiness of self-deprecation grows
beneath frantic nail beds
   overflowing.
    my free manicure;
the glamour of the mentally insane.

once i'm sure my scalp is zebra-striped-scarlet,
and set ablaze
i sniff.
oh yes
a distinct perfume;
      flecks of
                skin
        grease
                    dried blood
   a tinge of salt and
the symbol of a starless void;
(even gravity couldn't evade)
that is ripping my soul to shreds.
shredding;

peeling face 
peeling lips

        peeling cuticles

                  peeling—sleeping
beauty;            

is peeling off.
mummify me.

                                         for everyone's sake.