I was sick to my stomach, coughing up
slimy squash, smashed green beans, bitter onions,
and sour milk, my tongue burning, searching
for evacuation from this devastation, sinking,
slipping, breaking down with no sound, my mind
disoriented, contorted, a slow shortage, stumbling
on slippery sidewalks as I felt like I was going crazy.
My body was exhausted, blocked, fallen, swollen,
broken, aching to the bone as I longed to break free
from the ruthless rhythms slashing my mangled skin
in a million bridges of bruised diction. I was tired out,
my eyes bloodshot red, dead, tears flowing, fears growing,
feeling insanity, unbalanced, battered muscles, struggling,
my lips crusty and cracking, lacking, disappearing in a
blackout, my brain on overload, slowed, cold, blowing
out of proportion as my heart pounded like a blazing
torpedo crashing on planet Mars. My nerves were
running wild, fighting to survive through the night
as my darkened cells collided with my crushed lungs,
drowned equations, delayed responses, flayed, splayed,
crazed consciousness suffocating in extreme gradations.
I was a worthless square root within a square root,
a divided vowel, a stinging metaphor blended in
with swelling similes, blackened alliteration,
grayed conjunctions and gerunds, insane errands,
unable to function, unloving, interrupted, drugged
in solid gooey mud as I screamed for freedom.
My existence was drifting into unaccustomed
territories, flamed, slain, unclaimed, unchanging,
blanking out, everything uneven, unbelieving, uncensored.