113: scald

of numbers one to ten:
of indifference and going crazy
of in denial and feeling guilty,

on the scale
of all the things through which i've been living to everything i'm capable of being,
of the truths i've been believing to what i'm trying to be achieving,

on the scale
of greatness and sanity
of good health and charity
of godliness and clarity,

i think i finally understand
where i stand.

because on the scale
of underwhelming limits and limiting overgeneralisation,
of forms zero to infinity,
of anorexic to obesity,
i worry
to a senseless degree
of what i am
on scalea

112: underpressure

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 Steam Spill Open Release Stop Stir Sprinkle Taste Pour Sprinkle Stir Close
 Brew Spill Open Spill Stop Taste Brew Boil Spill Breathe Close
 Brew Boil Spill Sigh Open Stir Close
 Open Spill Taste Close
 Open Taste Press
 Stop
 Stop
 Stop
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111: time seals all wounds

i cut myself again today
but,
y'know,
it wasn't on purpose.

yes, i suppose did cut myself again today and
no, i did not do it on purpose -- that's preposterous!

i think it must've been
the fumbling with
the sharp knife
 -- too big
my soapy hands
 -- too clumsy
the soft fruit
 -- too slippery
my scattered mind
 -- too absent.

i guess you could say it was just
"an accident waiting to happen"
as i've been informed time and time again;
almost inevitable
far from unpredictable
considering
my track record
of kissing away wounds from scars
or concealing scars from wounds
(it's always a bit of a
blur/stretch/wonder
which comes first)

but really, it's nothing to shout about.
because even though it stings
the bleeding will stop.

it'll heal.
it will.
i always does.
at least on the outside.

so,
y'know,
relax.