I reach deep inside of myself hoping to pull something out. Tickling, teasing, A game I like to play. I know the risks: Dehydration, fatigue, tooth decay, osteoporosis, anemia, hypotension, arrhythmia, cardiac arrest, death.
I roll the dice, because in this moment I know I’d rather die than keep the Poison inside.
So, I dig, deep, into the dark, Until I hit it: X marks the spot. Tease it out. Force it out. The treasure spills from the core of me. I win.
I am emptied over and over and over again, Until there is nothing left of the Poison and nothing left of me.