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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