infighting
It's impossible to justify myself when the only thing I know is that I am wrong.
my skin is trying to crawl outside of itself
my stomach is rolling and turning in its watery grave
each twitch and shiver is an ego splitting
at war with itself in a silent skirmish
i have to be left alone to be ill with myself
to disagree with myself like a sour plum
like a bad batch of yogurt or bread
the unspoiling, ever-consuming rot
sandy gavel of the sea, take this beast away from me
dusty judgement of the desert, let me strafe and die alone
dirty pestilence of asphalt, eat my undivided head
sick savagery in smokelight, show us better off dead