Akin to ritual, mundane
These hands of mine
Wipe murky tears off of my bloodied face.
I looked
at them –
All bloody and disfigured.
Immense and unimaginable
Sharp pain
Sent my obscene mind into crazed loops.
My eyelids tear
The fibres of my skin untangle,
I tear all muscle in my body
strangled
By nothing but the sound
Of my own lungs exploding.
As my consciousness makes me
violently
Gasp for air. As if I could.
As if I were.
But I’m not anymore.
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