It’s not like I know why I do it.
Are you afraid of clowns? Do they make you laugh?
It’s about that time, I can see the clock ticking. It sounds like a faint heartbeat
Spitting on the sidewalk, I can see an ant carrying another
Can they swim? I’m drowning. My mind’s too big, I’m in too deep
Slither of a moustache, sweat beads, salty lips
It’s too hot. Too hot to breathe. Struggling, harsh gasps.
7 minutes it had taken. 7 minutes, tick tock.
Sometimes I stare in the mirror and pull expressions.
It’s so easy for you. Normality.
Is it ADHD? Asperger’s? Learning Difficulties?
Prick and poke and make you bleed. I remember the blue plasters.
I’m not a good boy. Flesh is so soft. Red and soft.
The bus is here.
