would you like me if you met me now?
with my hair all coming out
and my gums bleeding on your shirt
when i hug you and i am wincing
would you like me now?
i wonder if i am evil
i’m a shell and i hate soft things now
and i sit staring at the wall for hours
frenetic
shaking the whole complex
i sleep with several people in my room
all of them me
all of them separated
into piece i can handle viewing
i’m out on a limb for you now
as in i’m carefully holding my limbs
positioning them
so i don’t roll across the floor
and scare the neighbors
with the sound of falling apart
dying small deaths in moments
i can handle grieving