Kiss Me

I bite the skin on my lips
so bad
I’ve discovered
lip skin
is a lot like sausage casing.
In this darkness
by the campfire glow
of the screen,
there’s a song
I like
on repeat
and some text
I should be reading.
There are some people
I know
or don’t
but love anyway.
Tonight
my stomach
is on fire, burning
off the things I’ve heard,
and seen.
Touching my mouth
absentmindedly I discover,
once again
goddammit,
my lips
are bleeding.