“Sedatives”

I woke up with blood in my teeth.

I bit my own cheek in anxiety inside of a nightmare.

Hate visuals. Memorabilia.

...I hurt a person and I didn’t flinch...

I feel like I need a sedative or to inhale the breath of a bullet. My mind is a minefield and I’m the builder and tester of it.

My jaw, forearms, and core all ache and churn.

I’m shaky. Scared. Skin in fire. Sweating igloos.

What kind of piece of shit am I?!

Better have seen worse and here I am boo-hoooing over my brain playing tricks on me...

I fucking hate me. I hate my thoughts.

Bile is better than teeth whitening strips.