I unlatched the bars
That held my skin
I dove my hand
Straight on in
I scratched a pulled,
almost bit—
The inside of my brain
which was the pit.
The relief was instant,
Enough to curse,
Good enough to assume the worst
The pain was cracked
Mind-numblingly dull
And splitting most
Of my whole skull.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
I unlatched the bars
That held my skin
I dove my hand
Straight on in
I scratched a pulled,
almost bit—
The inside of my brain
which was the pit.
The relief was instant,
Enough to curse,
Good enough to assume the worst
The pain was cracked
Mind-numblingly dull
And splitting most
Of my whole skull.