I bite my nails,
down to the quick
because at least that way
I know I've reached
my limit.
Pain when my fingers clench;
blood when I make a fist.
A tiny bit of masochism
no one sees
beause they can't look past
a filthy habit.
And it is both,
but it is so much more-
A sweet release,
an oral fixation,
and a way to make yourself feel something.
Even if that feeling is one of pain.
