Slowly

“I’m a wanker…”
A little dark mantra
A kind of wrap to rock me in

“I’m a wanker…”
Or just a fucking twat
“A fucking twat, a fucking twat…”
And over
Those words
Like that

Walking around
And often in the basement
I deprecate myself
For being me
A fucking twat
For this or that
Nouns of birth
Seeking end
At least picking at the edges
And scouring the skin
My oral theater of self-harm
Bearing dark clouds down
I
Defacing slowly