Morning Routine

I look down and I see the dried blood

The cat like scratches

Too many in a row?

Maybe

I look around

I see the stares

They’re thinking: too many in a row

Creepy

Scary

I scare myself but I see the stares at my wrist

then up at me

I look the other way

Shit,

I forgot to put the band aids on this morning

Another morning I struggled to get out of bed

With tears in my eyes and the demons screaming

but,

I got up

The hot water

Too hot?

Maybe

The hot water turning my skin red

Deep breath, just ignore what they’re saying

Fuck one day at a time

It’s more like one second at a time.

Every second fighting the urge to call it a day after only 30 minutes of being out of bed

Let the tears fall

Let the anxiety roll on by

We all have our morning routines