the anxiety finds this

moment sitting and

laying back in the reclining chair

an evening of doing nothing

a shallow breath looking

for another breath of fresh air.

coughing an aquarium of

blood with a promise of neglect

only a smile could tell

only a cry of the night could

tell how sharp his teeth were

biting down on the full

course meal of suffering

only i know it was my body,

salted over with shivers

turning stale,

the darts have been thrown.


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