Emptiness rang me again: The slow pitfalls of exhaustion Slashed the hard roughness of my lungs As I lay there escaping, trying To think, trying to speak.
I was wordless, unable to move I thought how ashamed I was, how cold The world could be to see the Trembling words from my mouth turn Into blood....I was actually Coughing up blood.... Blood that turned a blackey red When the air dried and my Throat burned like The claws of a thistle.
My gut felt as though it had wrapped itself Around my heart, letting The muscles tighten with ***** As they pushed and pushed Harder and harder Gripping onto the walls of my stomach; Churning and tossing as at sea.
Steam from my sweat rose from my flesh And dripped onto me from the roof As I became massacred by Feeling, as though I had to mutilate myself, When the acidic horrors of my Nightmares began burning off.