Adverse Reactions.

I am the Queen of adverse reactions and self-infliction.

Just give me a knife and watch me carve bloody ribbons in my pale white skin.

Shredding. Ripping. Breaking bone.

Discarded. Broken.

I breathe. I break.

I attempt to fix the broken pieces. Instead I carve deeper. Casting more blood upon the stone floors of my mind.

Every attempt to stitch my shredded, broken self ends with even more jagged uneven slices.

Until I am drowning in blood, screaming in pain. Trying in vain to re-knit my marrow back together.

I am the Queen of adverse reactions and self-infliction.