10

WHY?
Frustration stabs at my eye,
leaking fluids of hatred,
wicking at my every crime.
Can't step back,
as bad as I wanna be
a few feet further from me.
Keep myself at arms length,
a wicked smile on my face.
I fear an attack.
I want to eat me alive,
be my own demise.
My hand grasps my own wrist,
brings me to my knees
just a sliver of being
screaming for
release.