Invisible

I make it to the bathroom
for which I am grateful, because
I can feel the pain coming, like it did
that time in Sport but this wasn’t caused
by a smile scar on an ankle. I don’t even
know what it was caused by but I can’t stop
sobbing and I’m stuffing down screams and I want
my razor more than anything. I feel like I’m
falling and flying both at the same time
and without my razor, I can’t stop this.
I tug at the sharp bit on the toilet roll
holder but it doesn’t come off
so I use it while it’s there.