drip drip drip The fluid is sorrow, disease, and pain; Choke. Spit. Gag. Unnh. It drips to the back of my throat, unceasingly, unforgivingly. Swallowing I am silenced by nature. Oh, damn you, disease! Bacteria: can I have my voice back please?
from every orifice.
drip drip drip
dripping fluid.
the fluid is stagnant, flowing, it’s all the same.
An escapee of Pandora’s box.
There, it solidifies into shards of glass, eliciting crimson fluid from the crimson walls.
hurts. Drinking
hurts. Eating
hurts. Speaking
hurts.
She sends a locust to chew up my words and clog my throat.
She sends a cavalry to carve up my voice and stopper my larynx.
I have no control over you and you take advantage of my weakness.
You probe me, crawl in to every nook and cranny and settle there,
green and oozing, flooding my armory.
