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
scream every grievance
that comes to mind
without the guilt of an afterthought
to haunt.

But
I am all
too tired.