Friday, February 4, 2011

Chamber

The walls close in
Shifting
If I open my mouth
Hot air
Will rush in like someone…
Forced a dryer between my
Teeth and filled me up with
White-hot electricity
My brain swims in the waves
I’m claustrophobic
The walls close in
Closer and
Closer and
Closer
Till my lips ice-cold stone,
My chest constricts,
Ribs crack like old branches,
And with a grasp and a choked gurgle
Life evaporates
In scalding steam.


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