I gulped my air down and felt my hand being held.
Electric pulses walked through my body and
I got carried into an emergency room.
I am not dead and not dying but I am not living.
I left my body and I do not know where I went
and now there are two people inside of me named
mind and soul but they don't know the other
exists because everyday is a gamble as to
who gets to live and who gets to sleep.
And some days they both call in while my
abused vessel drowns in my sheets
and my lungs slow but my eyes stay
open but I cannot see.