| Pirouette of Hysterics |
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| I’m licking my wounds |
| Picking at my scabs |
| Digging deep |
| Deeper and deeper into my skin |
| Anxious antics |
| Bewildered and damned |
| Scars line my body from scratching this constant itch |
| Devouring the truth |
| Swallowing my will |
| A pirouette of hysterics |
| I keep biting the inside of my lip in a nervous fit |
| Making myself bleed |
| The bitter taste of iron brings a wave of relief |
| Like gargling salt water to treat my pulled teeth |
| My face aging with each passing day |
| Eyes bruised black from my fights with sleep |
| Gnawing at my fingernails as my thoughts begin to seethe |
| Anxious antics |
| Bewildered and damned |
| Anxious antics |
| Pirouette of hysterics |
