I am pressed
Against my wall
Watching the yellow wallpaper peel
The paint under is as red as meat
Reminding me of the flesh underneath
My skin that itches to be peeled
Just like the wallpaper
I wonder what it would reveal
I dig my nails into my palm
I close my eyes
I scratch number one into my thigh
I open my eyes with a grin
Finally
A new distraction to begin