running my tongue
along my fuzzy plaque teeth,
doc reads it out loud.
mom listens,
she knows.
she knows i've not been eating
right.
she knows now i can't brush my teeth or
shower.
she knows about my thoughts of
death. dying.
fuck you, doc.
YOU ARE READING
Unhinged
RandomAn ongoing memoir of my life as an unhinged, impulsive person with OCD abd BPD. Written in short, narrative poems that I hope you can relate to in some form or another. Content Warning: Obsessive impulses and OCD, eating disorder (pica), cussing an...
