Power with the twist of my hair
Hand grips hand, but I don't care
It snaps, a guilty high

Somatic, genetic, sporadic,
habit
Mind ticks over my flaws

My mouth loves my finger,
and they are dancing
but it consumes and I consume
and I'm aching and hurting

Self abuse, self amuse
These sores run deep
and I can't come clean
I love it I love it I love it too much
Snap on the wrist stops me