Internal
My blood is like cottage cheese.
Blocking the flow of ease.
I feel heat in my bones.
But I cannot move- my body is filled with stones.
My eyes are feeling unwise.
With the pain of surprise.
I hope that this sensation abates.
My vision cracks more as I wait.
She watches my lips turn gray.
She sits vigil and listens to me say-
Everything that I can hear.
It is like I am no longer near.
A hug will only make me shiver.
She must watch my breath wither.
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