Poem

War

Hello.

Remember when you stuck yourself?

How you wiped your memory clear of that burning in your throat?

How you bit your nails until they bled?

You are not beautiful.

You are something else.

And although you are told differently, you know it is your fault.

Alone you are a monster, blindly running into walls.

You reach out to touch sanity, only to be pulled into chains of desire.

They did this to you.

Hello.

Remember when you pricked yourself?

How you sat under firelight and watched purple circles saw off reality.

How you slipped into unconscious masterpieces?

How you chewed pills till they were dust?

You are not different.

You are something else.

And although you are told differently, you know it’s your fault.

Inside you are twisted, spinning your insides to breaking points.

You grind your troubled into your teeth and keep your thoughts to yourself.

It's time to break your legs.

It’s time to mean what you say.

It’s time to beat away that poisonous feeling and love your body.

You are at war.