
starve on me
forget my taste
until i wring from you
every last
morsel of malaise
i am the mouth at your center
gnawing your guts
irrevocable itch
streaking charcoal when touched
your body is a battlefield
your mars
are mine
every last scrape
is a lattice
all lines
parallel
precious
perfect
symmetric
and when i said i wanted you to bleed
i meant it
jd-jurado – Dysphoria is about recognizing pain as concrete, not abstract.
dys·pho·ri·a
/disˈfôrēə/
noun
PSYCHIATRY
a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.
“adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania, and anxiety disorders
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