Within myself is a miasma.
Its the reason for my asthma.
It fogs the clarity of my sight
and forces regurgitation despite
shots,pills and Oxford accreditation.
They say it is a virus with"complications."
I already knew there would be no antidote
Its obvious in the way I constantly spat and choked.
I always excuse myself in an outbreak.
Wash the blood off my lips and and cope my heartache.
For a moment I can recollect myself in this disease
between the convulsions and the wheeze.
I begin to find a state of equilibrium.
And ***** myself on the tile podium.
Yet as I stare into the mirror all I can see within
Is the fury writhing underneath my skin.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
Within myself is a miasma.
Its the reason for my asthma.
It fogs the clarity of my sight
and forces regurgitation despite
shots,pills and Oxford accreditation.
They say it is a virus with"complications."
I already knew there would be no antidote
Its obvious in the way I constantly spat and choked.
I always excuse myself in an outbreak.
Wash the blood off my lips and and cope my heartache.
For a moment I can recollect myself in this disease
between the convulsions and the wheeze.
I begin to find a state of equilibrium.
And ***** myself on the tile podium.
Yet as I stare into the mirror all I can see within
Is the fury writhing underneath my skin.
Part 4 of Kutisha "ghadhabu"
© November 28th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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