Sunday’s skinsuit
- Apr 20
- 2 min read
every ten seconds of silence
is an hour in my head
Sunday stomped in gray and violent
sweating, itching, underfed
i’m moving in motion, there’s no escape
i ripped out the fucking brakes
kept the speed, let caution break
full throttle as soon as i wake
even though i just havent slept yet
i can’t slow down, i can’t sit still
i’d rather crash than slow down to deal
with the parts i gutted the parts that ate
now i just grind my teeth and accelerate
sound thoughts will try to trickle in
as Sunday will come to an end
where did the warning label go?
how do i shut this off?
a switch, a plug, a button to push
nothing. i just keep dreading on
id mistaken exhaustion with ambition
dressed burnout up in scrubs and skin
if i keep racing past the warning signs
maybe nothing real gets in
i feel vile
more speed
a smile
no sleep
Monday’s mouth is wide open
waiting for me to crawl inside
same routine, same sickness
same dead look behind my eyes
starving Sunday, screams like sirens
empty stomach, wired thin
springing on dread and dry mouth
trying not to let the dark get in
ill mouth
taped tongue
tired eyes
but still on the run
i mistook acceleration for escape
made collapse look workweek neat
kept my body moving fast enough
so i would never feel defeat
i misunderstood survival for devotion
made a ritual out of strain
ripped the brakes out with both hands
then let the panic take the reins
still on empty
still going
still grinning
still showing
no brakes
just fast
don’t look
hit the gas
still starving
still waking
still shaking
still faking
but never really STILL
always just mentally ill
i confused exhaustion with ambition
dressed burnout up in scrubs and skin
if i keep slicing past the warning signs
maybe nothing real gets in
my confusions are detrimental disillusions
made collapse look a healthy workweek
now i’m all teeth and bad decisions
with dead-eyed starvation underneath
every ten seconds of silence
is an hour in my head
Sunday stomped in gray and violent
sweating, itching, underfed
i’m moving in motion
there’s no escape
i ripped out the fucking brakes
and i hit full throttle as soon as i wake
except i havent fallen asleep yet
im over it
04/19/2026
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