A scream wants to tear out of my throat,no , a howl. It’s clawing my way from inside me, my heart throbbing in my chest. Poison drips from my lips in ink, staining my pale skin. My too pale skin. My hands clutch at the raw dry feeling in my throat as I try to scream but no words come out, no sounds. Finally I just give up and my hand drops to my side. In the darkness I sit huddled against the wall, alone. My heart beats slowly. Thump, thump, thump. It seems to be the only sound beside my ragged breathing. Each breath feels torturous as air fills my cracked, damaged lungs. The only lubrication for them is the metallic blood that seeps from the dry tissue. My shriveled up blood caked lips mouth words that no one will see. Pity, they were my last.