You think too much. Feel too much.
See too much and do too much.
You close off for fear of feeling
and yet it pours out of you
like a septic wound.
You seep and reek of tumultuous
emotion; swallowing and spitting out.
Repeat. Repeat. Again. Repeat. The flesh
of you too sickening to look at. You’re
too much to bare.
The thing no one want’s to touch. The
one who is to be touched in the dark.
It’s important to drown your veins
in alcohol before touching this body.