QuietlyTea

S A B O T A G E (1) Sometimes my sins slither in my soul And I burn my own insides as if my Blood were a most caustic acid. On my knees I cry "Do I punish myself enough for you?" The reason I care enough to get mad At myself- the reason I care enough to Get hurt by myself, so badly I can no longer Eat or sleep or think without Grinding my teeth (my lungs twist when the dust hits my throat) About the things that make up the blackest of bile Things that are all around me, crawing Over me, through me, and in every niche inside. Boiling out of my mouth to mingle with your teeth And mine, I scream something you've never heard, I s