Depression
It sometimes feels as if a Cheshire cat’s
Chelsea smile is sardonically sliced inside my mind
It makes my eyes constantly feel watched from behind
as if some sinister phantasm is just out of sight
scanning my ever misstep so that it can be
exaggerated and exploited until an explosion
of self doubting thoughts circle through my skull
Calling me compelling me toward the calming icy coolness of
sharpened steel that seems to be magnetised to my sleeve
and I being too weak to resist give in to
the razor’s umbilical sting as it slowing & surgically
removes my soul’s imperfections from my skin in straight lines
The sensation of the slits and watching smile isn’t all that bad though
since the lacerations and uneasiness feels like something other than numb
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