go home.
silence
Go. *******. Home.*
Fire licks its way into my aching bones-
bones that feel years before my time
and feet below the floor.
the door slams. I am in a stupor. A truck pulls out
Ice splinters in my veins-
begs my body- pleads-
no more centuries to endure.*
Blistering skin screams,
cracks,
bleeds.
and now, crawling on the kitchen floor,
gasping through shrunken lungs.
Laughing,
Freezing,
Drenched.