I'm biting my lips to taste the blood
in my mouth,
to relish in the sting as skin breaks,
to hold back angry shouts and curses.
Which are on the tip of my tongue,
seconds away from leaving my mouth.
I'm biting my lips to keep myself in check,
to not lose it and break everything again.
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