my lips, cuticles, the insides of my cheeks, the callous on my left middle finger where pencils and pens made their mark on me. the self-harm is a hobby of mine. on particularly bad lapses of time [like now] these fingers dress in band-aids, my lips layered potholes from frantic nibbled tears; at night i lie awake afraid to know the aftermath of what drink … Continue reading I’ve been Biting