Psychedelic View

I began to write.

 

I dribble hot tea on myself like it’s an Olympic sport.

Caring parts of my mind and spiting them onto paper

There are maggots flying through the sky

The butter from your bread is stuck under your nails

“It’s only a wound”

You HAVE to do it.

 

 

That took me forty minuets to scribble down.

Fuckin’ ADD.

 

Done