there's a hand

wrapping around

my stomach,

it pulls

endlessly.

 

It wrenches my insides,

my face spreading vomit

across razor-sharp rugs

busy chewing on it.

 

a sinking feeling

dominates

my submissive mind

begging for distractions,

wet with it's legs spread

wide

open,

it never sleeps

alone.

 

there's a broken

moment

stuck on repeat,

drowning in the now

unable to spew enough

to breathe well or often.

shallow breaths,

interrupted,

sustain me.

 

No oxygen licks

my charcoal wings,

a grounded bird of

LEGEND

looking ordinary.