six too fast
it creeps in—
crawling its way up my esophagus
laying heavy on my tongue
the bitter bile burning the cave top
sizzling sicklets of blood bouncing
off taste buds and settling in the
concave caverns of bone
a small pool for the acid soldiers to rest.
my stomach churns,
expanding insides to ripped seams,
IV fluid building up in the corridors of flesh,
my eyes are fading and someone is saying something somewhere but
i can’t listen because the inside of my mouth is raw and bloody
and full of phantom sores
and my heart, pumps one beat too slow.
then six too fast.
second time’s the charm.