the large hand chime six,
and the sun is yet to pull the cloak
away from the moon
I take seven foot to the bathroom,
I think ,
the large hand chime eight
and the sun is hiding
behind the clouds
I take four foot to my eolma,
"Do you see
me under the shower earlier"?,
Instead I see
eyeballs focus on my retinas,
jaw dropped.
The water swims to my feet,
three degree celsius drops,
My heart races,
I avoid the bathroom floor,
“ you are a pedoephile"
"what if you die in the sink?"
"you will become a mass murderer"
"How do your menses taste?"
“what if incest is not a bad thing?”
I take two and a half foot to my room,
my chimdae glue to my skin,
a line of wire circling my cerebellum,
knitting my nose to my ears,
and I wonder if
this is how people go crazy.
the large hand chime six
and the sun is
no more
I ask Reddit,
"How does OCD feels during a hypomanic state"?
"we have this conversation every five minutes,
please give it a rest".
I take seven foot under the shower,
two degree celsius drops,
and no one,
even the sun,
can see my fears.