RIBS

It's that time again

Where everyday

Very slowly

Each one of my ribs comes out of my chest

It starts with a sharp pain

And as hours go by I see it bulging more and more against my skin

Till the skin finally starts to tear

And the bone starts to show through

Along with blood leaking down my chest

Hours of pain as the rib comes more and more out

Till it can't no more

Then the next day comes , and another emerges from my chest

24 days of suffering

Till they're all out

On display for the world to see

So I hide away

It's hard to move cause they're in the way

It's disgusting to look at

Everything in my chest is exposed

I can hear my insides

I can feel the cold air encompass my chest

I'm constantly so cold I'm shivering

I wish there was someone to warm me

But no living thing can get close

Nor would any living thing want to

Sometimes I'll put the lower part of forearm, against one of the sharp edges of my rib , then quickly pull my arm,

Sliding it against my rib , with enough pressure to cut it open

I'm not sure why

It seems to be an urge

I can't resist

To destroy myself.