I’ve been Biting
my lips,
cuticles,
the insides of my cheeks,
the callous on my left middle finger
where pencils and pens made their mark on me.
the self-harm is a hobby of mine.
on particularly bad lapses of time [like now]
these fingers dress in band-aids,
my lips layered potholes from frantic nibbled tears;
at night i lie awake
afraid to know the aftermath of
what drink after d…