On my phone, makes sense now. Thanks for the advice.

The capital “A” is where the next line starts. I’m not sure if it is formatted to look like that on a desktop. 

This does not reek of teen angst, it is very fatalist and it strongly works, I am curious about "My organs A napalm circus" namely the capitalization on the A. Rather that "My organs a napalm circus" (grammer) or "My organs, a napalm circus", "My organs are a napalm circus", or even "My organs a Napalm circus". 

It doesn't. Ohh it doesn't at all. I'm trying to decipher what you've hidden between the obvious imagery. It's really quite captivating. 

Hmm thanks for the feedback and all of the time you put into it! I will definitely play around with line breaks. "Noose like." and "My spine" are actually both supposed to be on the same line. "Noose like" is referring more to the tail itself, but I guess it doesn't really come off that way so I may have rearrange that little tidbit
I may reword it to:

Crusty handed they stroke my fur,
Clay under their fingernails.
Noose-like my nude tail hangs
Over the edge of their palms.
My spine scabbed and coarse lies stiff.

Any thoughts on this possible arrangement?

The poem's loaded with good imagery and language, but the line breaks are just killing me. I'm putting a line break every time you capitalized something, so the poem looks like this to me:

#Mood Swings  
> They stroke my fur, crusty handed,  
> Clay under their fingernails.  
> My nude tail hangs over  
> The edge of their palms,  
> Noose-like.  
> My spine  
> Scabbed and coarse lies stiff.  
> Fingerprints encroach  
> And shape my body, disgusting  
> Little waves and crooked circles.  
>I try to vomit to repulse them but their grip is too tight: an umbilical cord choking me.

etc etc. It's kind of exhausting to read. Every time I get to the end of a line, I stop for a fraction of a second. If you split it up differently you'd see a lot of interesting combinations come out. For instance (also swapping a few words here and there):

#Mood Swings  
They stroke my fur.  
My nude tail nooselike hanging  
over the clay-crusted edge  
of their palms. My spine, scabbed   
and coarse, lies

I feel the emotion the character is going through. Nice!

this is so mf good. didn't come off angsty at all. sounds more like the best way I've ever heard angst be described

I like this a lot, it does not seem teen angsty.     

Mood Swings

They stroke my fur, crusty handed,
Clay under their fingernails.
My nude tail hangs over
The edge of their palms, 
Noose-like. My spine 
Scabbed and coarse lies stiff.

Fingerprints encroach
And shape my body, disgusting 
Little waves and crooked circles.
I try to vomit to repulse them
but their grip is too tight:
an umbilical cord choking me.

Some days they lie me on my back
Rubbing my yellow belly, cooing me. 
Telling me I am special,
I am beautiful,
I am real.

Other days I am thrust
Into a wire box. I run on a wheel
Over and over and over.

Yesterday they placed me 
Into a microwave. I spun
And spun and spun. My organs 
A napalm circus. My nostrils 
And beady black eyes
Open dams gushing blood.

Their eyes are wide and 
Intrigued, child like.
They crack a dinosaur grin.

The beep sounds,
And they pull me out.
They mend my bones,
Wax my skin, stop the hemorrhaging, 
Preparing me for a new day.

[1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7bd9s0/you_told_me_to_close_my_eyes/dphbhqt/0)
[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7b8qnx/before_the_snow/dphb57z/)

Is this poem coming off as too self indulgent and teen angsty etc?