head in a daze
body in a haze
feeling heavy, limbs sluggish

I wade not through a swamp but
a *** of broth, thick with fat
rich with meat, hint of green
cooked to melting, innards dissolving
into nothingness— and so the ***
thickens.

No thought, no movement, only
a deep laxation, eyelids drooping
down
           down
                      down
                                 down
                                             and I
**** awake, the bus has stopped— not
my stop, and the dark beckons to me
again.