my thoughts…
Like scabby rocks, little pieces of sharp metal,my thoughts.
Like the scratchy fake long fingernails of uselessness, my thoughts.
Tinny sounds that make my ears sting and my teeth grind, my thoughts.
Pointy, spiky. Barbed wiry with bits of wool stuck to them blowing in the wind a little.Too many hard, little scratchy things all gridded together in tight little rows.
Calm for a little while.
Then everything is back, like little nails bow and arrowed into my brain.
My thoughts.