Earnestly convulsing, because I'm so **** bored. I've never had a seizure, but I imagine they're like this. Leg spasm... Flailing arm... Thrashing head... Bite my tongue... Against the floor... Sit up and spit up a *** of blood. Of course it's not a real seizure. Just trying something new.
This poem is the second in a four poem series that I am writing. "Something new" is the only poem in this series without a second title, and is actually the first poem that I wrote in the series. I know nothing about seizures, I've never had one. The purpose of this poem isn't to portray a real seizure, it's meant to portray a forced and particularly violent one. Because it is voluntary, a negative experience becomes a form of self destructive recreation.