Random Thought Bubbles

i'm running with a pair of scissors in my hands
and they've been bloodied beyond recognition
every cut made intentionally
every time blinded to all that
and then i scream injustice unfairly

still can't cut loose of this damned bubble wrap

i cleaned out the corner
and now it no longer has a memory

skin crawls at the thoughts

drip drip drip
thick red, no it's green.
not human, barely
temporary lapse of judgment

only forever miles to go now