My bones feel heavy and
my skin presses tight into my
        cold, purple sheets.
There is a knot tearing at the center of    
          my chest.
Arteries pump blood like fire to my heart and I fear it may combust.

       Burn me up like an incinerator,
flames engulf every part of who I am,
dragging everything around me
into the implosion, spitting out
      Ashes of what could've been.