Exhibit A

a puddle of vomit

on the bathroom floor

the room keeps spinning

i cant find the door

a pounding headache

pressure in between the eyes

im on the road to recovery

on display for everyone to see

i hate being vulnerable 

but i give in so fast

ill give up my dignity

to rewrite my past

your head is facing up and im looking down

im killing myself and you’re spinning him around

i cant find the door, i cant move forward

i cant turn back or ill collapse on the floorboard

im telling the truth yet no one can hear me

in an echo chamber trying to convince myself

that they can hear me, that they can see me

that theres a piece of innocence inside 

theres a piece that is trying to hide

insides on the carpet, skeletal structure on display

twisted inside out, hung up like a piece of clothing  

the music stopped and everybody’s watching

every eye is watching

your right hand on my groin

the other guards on my mouth

your fingers seeping in

i kind of like the taste

the silence grows and everybody’s watching

im the exhibitionist

youre my ruler now