I could not breathe.
So I gambled with God
And put slits in my throat.
I no longer needed to breathe.
But now I cannot stop moving.
Inflicted with indefinite motion,
I am out of chips.
Then Exhaustion tortured me,
He hit me when I closed my eyes.
My skin stung when I stumbled.
Hand on my throat,
Voice in my ear
He whispered,
“This is how you die,
My dear”
Making sure I will forever drown,
Begging to have died the first time
‘round.
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
I could not breathe.
So I gambled with God
And put slits in my throat.
I no longer needed to breathe.
But now I cannot stop moving.
Inflicted with indefinite motion,
I am out of chips.
Then Exhaustion tortured me,
He hit me when I closed my eyes.
My skin stung when I stumbled.
Hand on my throat,
Voice in my ear
He whispered,
“This is how you die,
My dear”
Making sure I will forever drown,
Begging to have died the first time
‘round.