Something from my mind. I don't post enough. here randomness. still gotta finish Anarchy in Prison and Flint

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I take a breath. My mind filled with thoughts of what I am about to do. They dance around my skull, blurring the reasons for why I am doing this. I am trying to remember what led to this or what I did to myself to survive this. It can only happen once

I am going to rip off my own head

An hour ago it made me sick. I puked, and my sacred stomach hurt from the sudden emptiness. My mind is killing my body. My head is a tumor that deprives my body of life. I can't think straight, see straight or act. It hurts to try.

I place my beloved hands upon my unholy cheeks. My cursed lips quiver a weak farewell to my lawful remains. My forsaken ears only hear the sound of my strain.

Pulling upward on my impure chin, my glorious arms show their might. The vertebrae pops inside my neck. It feels exactly like pulling out a tooth. I feel blood rush between the gap of my neck to my disgraced skull, and my muscles pull as well. The skin is the last to tear.

Holes separate in my neck, as my cells choose sides; to my purified body, or my disgusting head. The last strand fails and my head flings off, freeing my body from its curse. I throw it aside and take a deep breath through my new hole. I can feel my blood cleanse my shoulders and flood the stains of my mind.

I can finally rest.