I feel like if I pulled hard enough
With these painted nails sunk into my chest
I could free my heart
Escape this birdcage of flesh that holds me so
I tried to say that it's not a prison
That it's mine
Doesn't feel like it right now
A gilded cage is still a cage.
The interface doesn't seem worth it currently
I'm eyeing these razors
Scrabbling at my body for anchorage.
I won't slip like that again.
Won’t fantasize about cutting away.

My jaw is tightly clenched. I worry if I speak
I'll hear a voice I cannot accept as mine.

I slept in the bath
The warm water was soothing
I look back on these words, typed less than an hour ago
They feel less relatable now.
I'm going to be okay today.