maybe the mop

maybe the mop? there’s soot everywhere it’s under my nails and under my soul where I shoved that self I swore to punish

don’t you see

don't you see: there's enough alienation in the world as is - we don't need yours too

me, myself, and I

what do I feel?

The worst loss you’ll ever experience is always your own.

I struggle sometimes to know what is neurotic and what is normal