written by Katherine Maynard
I am cowering in this bathrobe
And my hands are dangling by my heart strings
I tugged too hard at the anchors that tie me to life
And they snapped
Existential crisis isn’t meant to feel like this.
Your hands are just as good
As my tattered bathrobe tie
I am just as comfortable inside their constraints
As they crush away my life
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone but me.
My nails are bleeding from biting
Uncontrollably at hands that cause so much pain
I have attempted amputation
Again, failure > I am no surgeon
All this chaos, and I never left my desk chair.