My Brain Hurts

Cornelia Barber

Hanging myself in the dark

Not hungry 

Not thirsty

My brain hurts 

It is shattered

The brainstem 

It is drowned

It has been hung up already

And I am hanging

But there is the sky

And there is the pocket-knife

And she can’t get to the door 

I am wrapped up in cum

I am sliced with you 

I am hypnotized by your absence