If I crawl, will there be
a loop around me?
If I yell, will there be
an echo of tears?
If I grab my heart, will there be
a burst of blood?
If,
if I breath, if I frown, or if I smile, will there…?

It is all dark, all blank, bright, my eyes,
My eyes swell, swell and bleed,
My throat cut, slash, bam,
Please, please grab the knife.
Because, because, cough...
My body, still, full of blood, why?
I do not hear a thing.

Am I blind? Am I? Are you?
Am I deaf? So do you? Nodding?
Answers? I cough, saliva’s dripping.

Then I crawl, a loop around one’s neck.
I yell, all silence.
I grab, reach, dig into my body.
Right Hand as a shovel, left hand as a claw.
Itchy, itchy, I find my heart.
Scratchy, scratchy, I close my fist.

I breathe, I bend, one’s skull kisses the ground...
Knock! Knock!
All!
All blank.