my body bites itself to death from the inside
mind of its own accord to teethe gnawing
at cheeks vacationing by night-time to
test its vice-like grip on cowards
hidden flesh the helpless foes
pink and polyp’d now
like a topology of
traumatised
dreaming
forms
so
I
am
doing
fine no
really it’s just
my face hurts and I
can’t drink orange juice
anymore but at least we’re
almost halfway to 15 per cent
how much money would you pay
to outsource all your psychological
problems to something psychosomatic
I have an idea for a start-up and I just need