I could chew the skin off of my thumb,

Or force my teeth to bite my tongue.

I could eat my lip til it goes numb,

Or press the air out of my lungs.

I could scratch my arms until they bleed,

Or dig my nails into my cheeks.

I could swallow copper I don't need,

Or hold my throat til I can't speak.

I could break my bones to set me free,

Or feel crimson tingly seethe.

I could rub my eyes til I can't see,

Or exhale deep so I can't breathe.

The violence fills my mouth with cherries,

Something I can't help but adore.

A taste unlike all the other berries,

And I salivate for more.