It is the month that feels evil
But it isn’t the month that is evil
But the evil people
Who do evil things
Evil enough to
Make a whole month feel
Like drowning

February is the transition
Transition of nature
So maybe, perhaps just maybe
February could transform
My broken soul
Into something beautiful
So that it could live again

there is an itch,
an itch deep inside me

I can feel this itch all over,
my left forearm
my left wrist
my left calf
my left hip
it was always the left side, huh?
what can I say, I’m right handed
never caught red handed

I can’t concentrate
all I can think about is
this set of silvery pleasure I have
how the feeling would glide deep in me
how it would make me feel like
perhaps now my feeling were validated

because I was bleeding
and mom always comforted me
when I was bleeding
because bleeding meant
an injury
that I was hurt