my tongue swells up and closes my
throat,
thick and black
as a bottomless pit
yawns into
existence,
burrowing deep
into my stomach
like a hook.
ghostly fingers traverse the
knobs of my spine,
fingers flicking
at the spokes like a
skilled pianist,
basking
in the sound of my
mounting panic.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
my tongue swells up and closes my
throat,
thick and black
as a bottomless pit
yawns into
existence,
burrowing deep
into my stomach
like a hook.
ghostly fingers traverse the
knobs of my spine,
fingers flicking
at the spokes like a
skilled pianist,
basking
in the sound of my
mounting panic.
