Thursday, May 16, 2013

SIB


Me, I’ve never had a taste for pain but somewhere you acquired it. We have to quantify it bi-hourly, more tally marks than fit in the allotted space. Hand-to-head, head-to-knee, head-to-object, honestly no one could possibly count how many times you hurt yourself daily. You have more damaged skin than not. Forms, forms, forms. The open wound on your forehead, bruises the size of grapefruits on your hip bones.  Every suited PhD is baffled. Is it psychological, neurological, behavioral? What wouldn’t we give to find this malignant thing and cut it out, whatever it is that keeps you always self-destructing?

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