It's like trying to swim out of quicksand. The more I try to escape the deeper I sink in. Submerged face first into excruciating loneliness. With every attempt is another slash with a knife to the flesh. Hallways filled with multiples of myself hanging by nooses. My mind is engulfing itself and I'm convulsing on the floor. Why the fuck can't I stay dead? Every last bit of humanity I had left grinded into a pulp. I feel my chest combusting and bursting. My rib cage imploding as my guts project everywhere. Inflamed throat burning everything through. Burning my tongue into liquid as I begin to heave my vocal cords. I feel much better now. I feel so much better. I've never felt better.
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