headwound

Suicidal sabotage

I grow these weeds in camoflage

I‘m low and deep below these streets,

my reservoir‘s mirage

I had a dream, fell on the floor

I hit my head along the door and cut it open

On the wall my blood between the tiles

I faint

They wake me up

I missed the train

They take me to the hospital

I‘m scared they‘ll shave my ass to bald

A couple stitches there