I WISH TO
CLAW MYSELF FREE
FROM MY WRETCHED RIBCAGE.

I WISH TO
RIP MY JAW
FROM ITS RUSTED SOCKETS.

I WISH TO
TEAR MY UNHOLY EYES
FROM MY DIVINE FACE.

I WISH TO
YANK MY ****** VOCAL CORDS
FROM MY ALL-TOO-PALE NECK.

I WISH TO
PULL MY WEARY INNARDS
FROM THE CONFOUNDS
OF MY STOMACH.

I WISH TO
WATCH THE BLOOD
STAIN MY CARPAL TUNNEL-RIDDEN HANDS
LIKE INK.

I WISH TO
LIFT MY BRAIN FROM MY SKULL-
TEAR IT APART,
SMOOTH OUT THE LINES
LIKE WRINKLES IN A SHIRT.

I WISH TO
S C R E A M
EVERY GRIEVANCE
THAT COMES TO MIND
WITHOUT THE GUILT
OF AN AFTERTHOUGHT
TO HAUNT.

but
I am all
too tired.