My shameful skin was sizzling, swelling, failing,
stuttering, smoke-stained, drained, a blackened
barrel of smashed maggots, lifeless flies, ******
buzzards surrounding my dimly lit presence,
a sleeping sun, a weeping cloud, a frightened gray
sky sifting in darkness, filtered, altered, my slender
hands weakened, holding my dry throat as I almost
strangled on hard wooden nails.  I smelled extremely
stale, my bones droopy and frail, unremittingly sweating,
my heart pulsating, disintegrating, dehydration drawing
me into starvation, my speech slurred, scared, deferred,
murmuring chopped and ******* words, damaged snapshot
scenes infused with ragged, jagged letters.  My consciousness
was drowned by spinning sound waves reaching deep
into my painfully punctured lungs, my intelligence combusted,
rusted, flattened, negated, slated, faded, desperation rising
without restraint, the swollen symmetry of my skin smoky
and poisoned by howling hurricanes and strong winds.