brush your teeth. we love you. brush your teeth. please die soon.

it's a cloudless sky, yet no stars to be seen

you haven't felt this way since you were fifteen

hey, hey my beloved

get up and move your arms and legs

you can do it

we love you

we love you for the way you can move your limbs to the bathroom

hey, don't make me destroy your arms and legs

every little bone in your body

if you don't use them

"her name is love," you explain

as you make your way down to the bathroom

you don't even stumble down the lightless hallway

we're so proud of you

you almost look a little disappointed at what you see in the mirror

you should've killed yourself a long time ago

is the only thought that runs through your head

we love you so much

there's a loud thump against the door

like a body filled with blood and flesh kissing the concrete

"no! occupied," you yell in fear

you pull at your own tail like you were starting a lawnmower

each tug pull opening up a tear

gradually and painfully, you come to hold your own fluffy little tail in a blood-stained grip

hailing it towards the ceiling like an offering to a god

or like a sawed off shotgun pointed toward the sky 

red and raw like a skinned weasel 

blood and fur on the ridges of the tile floor

your knees almost buckle from the pain 

until you remember that it doesn't matter 

"her name is obsession," you explain

in the bathroom mirror

you glare at your own foamed mouth reflection

and spit out the toothpaste into the sink

out comes blood

swarming the sink like bacteria in a petri dish

your counselor's right-

you should eat more fruit