Who's counting?

One day, I'll show myself who's boss. 26 times. Show myself who's the king of my body. 26 different ways.

With 1 punch to the face

3 kicks to the mouth

5 slaps to the throat

2 twists to the eyes with my own bloody induced fingers

4 slams to my non-listening ears, the ears that have heard ALL of the bullshit once or twice or maybe even a billion times

3 shots to the heart with the pistol that lays there across the room under the satin pillow, it's so cold, my heart I mean

5 pinches to my lungs with the nicotine I intake, inhale, every single day.

And 3 shots to my pickled brain, to end the spreading of that infectious disease I call a bad imagination.

Cancer.

But, Who's counting?