There are worms in my heart.
There are larvae in the crooks of my ribs.
My skin blows away in the cool breeze of the night.

I am crumbling.
I am decaying.
It is eating me from the inside out,
Tugging at my
taut veins.

Blood pools.
The mind so distant and broken
frantic with worry-
all thoughts
are nothing but a dizzying mumble,
confused and afraid
trying to break free-
trying
to accept.

It eats me from the inside out.