My body reminds me of its own
Hatred for itself
A searing pain spreading up
From between my legs
And burning up my chest
Screaming within my lungs
And tightening every muscle
Almost to spasm.
Tearing me away from
Even the slightest smile
And dragging the corners of my lips
Downwards
Further
And my mind is:
Red, dark, sharp, frantic
Angry at life.
I beg it to stray but
Material distractions
Are weak.