I lay, nauseous, on the floor between
My bed and the wall
Bleeding from wounds and from my natural cycle
Carving slowly away at wooden bed posts
Just for some distraction
Sleep annoys my brain and I have no release
From the constant clattering of my thoughts
Regretting what I’ve said and done
I feel the blade on my skin and I press down
The sharp stinging
The warm steel sliding across my skin
Leaving a glistening trail of blood
Harder and harder
Till the thoughts stop…
Wood is so easy to peel into and bedposts
Chip away nicely, bit by bit...
Chipping away can be dangerous...
What if it were to fall?
I lay, nauseous, on the floor
Because it’s all that’s stable