I wake to blood in my nose.
The sunlight pours an ill will
and everyone’s anger simmers,
directed by instinct, at the person
who will feel guilty regardless. You
sentence me to your silent resentment.
Serving time with no end date, I push
into elsewhere, brute force, in pain, 
to become briefly brainless. Quadruple 
my dose to flip days into nights, fortify 
this semblance of distance. In the dark
I raise a hunger that gnaws off the guilt, 
leaves my skeleton hunched in the closet.
Crucified right where it should be, 
right where everyone likes me.