you always
get
my stomach
in
a twist

making my
innards
clench up
like a
fist

punching their
way
out
from the
inside

climbing up
out
of
my
throat
leaving
my
lips
dried

i'm so tired
of talking
to the dead
in my dreams

having conversations
in my head
with no one,
it seems

licking my
cracked lips
and rubbing them
raw
with my
callused
fingertips

hearing
the skin
as it rips
and falls off
in
little
bits

nothing is ever over
until the world ends

where one thing stops
another begins

and i hate it

i do

it makes me so sick
watching my clock
constantly
waiting for
the final
tick

but nothing ever ends
it just starts again

repeating in my head
making my heart
and brain
spin

it never
ever
ends

it only begins

my lips
fall right off
and my
severed mouth
grins