take a razorblade
attempt to carve your life story
into your arms
drink too much, and smoke
like a chimney
let your body think
you've given up on narcissism,
then
lash back out
and fail to breathe
turn colors
make the audience
gasp in alarm
wash, rinse repeat - (through the months)
make a habit of sleeping
in the street, praying for trucks
p.s.
this is modeled after a poem by Eibhlin Nic Eochaidh, called "How to kill a living thing"
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