Branded

I write on my skin
And I succeed in
the pain I have caused
to myself.
I use my wrists to
Make what I feel permanent.

Stretch out the irregularly
with locking my door
as the tasks unfolds.

This lit cigarette,
I found it in the ashtray,
and the unjust rhythm I’ m moving in
I heard it on the radio.
Of the car I saw you passing by with some girl,
I have never heard of.

Guides me to the branding I must create
Of what matters
What will and what just won’t.

The sweat swims from my cheeks
To my arm which is straining with the pain
That yelps from my closed lips.
The “I” is done, I drink a sip of tonic finally
I have opened my mouth,
A small moan is released.

I look at the sweaty cigarette,
Relight it and continue with the assignment,
I have created for myself.
“Love” comes next,
Even though it is such a strain.

My conscious is telling me once this is over,
It will be beautiful.
I light the cigarette, pretend not to hear the pounding
On my door.
The M I burn my skin deep.
So deep, I lose my balance.

My wrist looks like I am going to regret this,
But again I know I am one letter away.
I struggle with my E,
I have it looking like a 3.