weeks pass like hours, spinning through time
dizzy and nauseous. i’m throwing up blood.
my taste buds are soaked in bile and toothpaste.
if i could i would scrape off layers of my brain
with my finger nails - cut it open like an orange
and let the pulp spew just to get these thoughts out.
i have sandbags on my chest and i’m gasping
for air, trying to count backwards 10 to 1
slowly suffocating on every number
choking on my tongue, tasting every
word i kept from spilling out between my teeth.