I am consumed by fear
I breathe out smoke not air
I feel my acid reflux has gone way overwhelmed
my chest running
all too compressed
I feel somewhere where my blood flows a bomb
It blocks my airways
I’m bloody dehydrated
My mind’s so big full of riddles from someone else’s maze
I can’t touch; can’t fart
I think they would stare
at my greatest fear
freaking out in my brain.
trapped in a bread store pressed down
He could rip me to bits, I’m his slave
weaker than a thread when pulled so be it
They said count to 100 sheep,
infinite questions my tongue wants to urinate
like a tapping of a pencil,
the sound of a fan,
three clicks of your fingers,
it swirls and twirls me down to a hole
this is insane!
Locked in a box with a razor on my back
the box with its wall less walls
I’d like to turn off my thoughts
could I make it that far?
to hold my platter of splatter green and hazy painting mind?
do you think i constantly do something wrong,
a visit to the doctor is fine?