Bending back the slate.
Somehow finding enough force in scrawny half pound arms
to grasp that vision's mostly in my brain.
And if i know the world
and if i know myself
skin prickling lines of hate do a lot less damage,
cause a lot less pain.
Noticing the corners, feeling their raspy edge
as they scrape up your throat
and out onto the ground before.
Self-awareness only helps to see the ****
that applies more
to the one who wrote
than it ever will.