Stop biting your thumb

You seem to have a lot of time
To find new ways of tearing flesh
The way you do around your thumbs.
You simply cannot let it heal.
You have to pick and open it.
And in the pain of opening
You push the borders of the scab.
Tomorrow you’ll have more to teethe
And more to show off, reddened raw.
Such comfortable victimhood,
Possessiveness of suffering.