a thousand and one
not much father from where I’ve begun
from where I’ve drawn the line
a place I’ve crossed a thousand times
a scar cut deep into my sides
splitting ribs with carving knives
left in my spine
a place in the depths
hiding the death of my mind
the stench of decay
as I rot

hahahaha

I am caught
reminded by myself of the person I am not
my mirror taunts me in the dark
cuts me open along every mark
I’ve made myself
fighting daily my mental...