Nails




Screeching across the chalkboard that is my head.

Clawing at the roots of my hair,

The inside of my mind.

Digging into my eyes.

Tearing my skin.

I feel them scratching,

Picking.

A scream is clogged at my throat.

I can't breathe.

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