My hair,
It strangles me
And leaves red marks
On my own neck.

My nails,
They scrape against skin
Peeling away flesh to give way
To my own blood.

My knees,
They buckle
And bruise themselves
To let my own skin scrape

My teeth,
They bite into skin
And blood drips from
My own mouth.

My words,
They float into the air
And reform
Into my own curses I whispered