To Bleed Bleach

Static eating
   my self-harm.

And yes,
   there are better ways
      to feel.


Sutures not strong enough,
   to hold me together.


Look again.
Your teeth
   are stuck in my wounds.

Hilarity,
   sterilizing
      pus.
White veins bleed bleach.


Nerves scream beneath scalpels.

and I,
   am sick enough
      to torture.


Riddled with barcode scars,
   and
      secrets
best kept
      to myself.

I cannot think of,
      a better way to feel