Cut Your Own Head Off.

Cut Your Own Head Off.

Cut Your Own Head Off.

CYOHF

CYOHF

And I carve into my arm once more: CYOHF

And I have no idea what time it is or how many days I’ve been inside, but milk bottles of urine line the wall. I am naked and my left forearm bleeds but this is positive as it tells the voice that I am not to be fucked with.

And, goddammit, I will get that boat into the air, and it’s the “Hercules.” Goddammit!

And why do I love a woman only until I withdraw from her and lay panting by her side. And why is more money never enough? And why do I believe in reverse contamination and goddammit, why. Goddammit, why?

CYOHF

CYOHF

CYOHF

And there is release as the blood flows down the forearm and drips to the floor and I know I will make it through another hour.