You’re there, where my brain is supposed to be
scratching at the insides of my skull like a mouse in a box
and it’s really annoying, I’m trying to force you out.
I’m going through the closet, I find a hanger and unwind its stubborn neck.
I know you feel it coming, you start scratching harder, faster,
I stick it into my ear and dig until it turns bright red and I feel you sinking
out of my nostrils.
And when you’re gone, I’ll take a nap.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
You’re there, where my brain is supposed to be
scratching at the insides of my skull like a mouse in a box
and it’s really annoying, I’m trying to force you out.
I’m going through the closet, I find a hanger and unwind its stubborn neck.
I know you feel it coming, you start scratching harder, faster,
I stick it into my ear and dig until it turns bright red and I feel you sinking
out of my nostrils.
And when you’re gone, I’ll take a nap.