Trigger

My skin crawls
as if its not content with its host
and my blood thats been boiling
wants to escape my veins
and run.  
 
Thousands of thoughts
do nothing but spin wheels
and whoever the FUCK
is my brain's Executive
is not functioning at all.
 
Rational thoughts have gone,  
hoarse from trying to scream
over the winds of emotion -  
a gale that wails,  
but for what i don't know.  
 
My sanity's been in pieces
but they keep getting smaller
because I'm tired of figuring out
The Right Thing To Do
and now I'm ready for fire.  
 
Any sharp edge
recalls the itch -
broken glass or blades,  
they glisten the same; a
mirage of water in the desert.  
 
Tallies line my skin
scars that released
and scars to remind.  
The ones too deep to fade
are ghosts of despair and rage.
 
Mind pacing in circles,  
a lioness enraged
alone in a cage.
She thinks its time
to use her claws again.