I can taste a nightmare
At the back of my teeth
Roaring, growling, seething
Waiting for release

I can see my noises
Quiescent and opaque
Tender and bitter
Bursting with bubbling hate

I can hear my tremble
My noiseless, hurtful shaking
My hands turning to claws
My heartbeat leaping, racing

I can smell a sleepless
Night spent in limbo
Cold sweat on my fingers
Wolf eyes in my window

I can feel so broken
And yet I feel so whole
Insanity at my tail
Like sharks in a china bowl