Sitting in a dark room
I feel a chill go down my spime.
my stomach pleads for release from its incarceration,
with its incessant growling, but I cannot cooperate.
All attempts to gain fluency in Russian had failed,
I cannot comprehend a backwards R, Toys 'я' us a notable exception.
Я должен уйти от этой мрачной тюремной со знанием двух языков!
I must escape this dark bilingual prison!
I turn my eyeballs inside my head
and gasp in horror at what I had become.