superficial scratches relieve pressure
placed by shorted out synapses—
it’s a punishment. electrical grounding
used to bring back reality in
a warm shower that no longer offers
calm solace, but a stinging reminder
that the water spilled over
and the stressed out puddles left behind
are a looming mess waiting to evaporate.
a comforting hand, rough fingers on my thigh
the sign of patience and love
replaced by a reminder of distrust
and false thoughts pulsating
like unpredictable hurricane waves.
maybe this is why i like when you tie me up—
bind my arms and bruise me softly.
yes, yes. this will save me from the sins
committed against me two years and 477 miles ago