bedlam

the blister still spits
no thick skin
no hope for callus
a tourniquet couldn't possibly
throttle this enough
'don't think about the pink elephant.'
pink elephant.
i'm gonna pull some strings
cut you a break
so shake it up
bring out your dead
'off with all the fears'
this is your constant speaking
you'll fucking see
when the immediate wince and squint
becomes dusted history
when the itching has stopped
when new skin has formed
you will fall into place
and low and behold
this will become easy.