I was
on the edge
sprouting tubes, IVs
bloated and heavy with fluid,
monitors tracing
the scampering of my heart,
my wheezy breath.
They wanted to strap the torso
of a corpse to my back,
the mouth hung open,
slack-jawed. I was
so terrified, wild,
and afterwards sat
on the patchy front lawn,
watching onion skins
shrivel and crisp.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
I was
on the edge
sprouting tubes, IVs
bloated and heavy with fluid,
monitors tracing
the scampering of my heart,
my wheezy breath.
They wanted to strap the torso
of a corpse to my back,
the mouth hung open,
slack-jawed. I was
so terrified, wild,
and afterwards sat
on the patchy front lawn,
watching onion skins
shrivel and crisp.
