Claustrophobia Induced by My Own Skin

Blood collects in the hole I've dug in my lip.

I'm eating through my flesh

and sanity drains down the

back of my throat like

metal.

If left alone I will rip

myself to shreds

but I cannot claw myself out of this body,

nor chew

myself out of this ill-fitting skin.

My mind has grown too big

or perhaps it's my skulls who's walls

have closed in upon themselves but

some part of my consciousness is

suffocating with

all the thoughts that cannot escape the

labyrinth of folding tissues that is my brain

so I am left in a prison

of cells

with no door.