Negative Space

Failure

Is a word that sat uncomfortably on your chest

Snatching every pent up breath and breathless

You clutched at yourself trying to force your lungs

To take in oxygen but all that came in was the dryness

That follows an exhale, and then your stomach was unsure

Of when its next meal was coming and the gut reaction of

Panic sent your poor deprived brain into

A state of confusion because you were fine

Just a minute ago, walking upright,

Sipping the 1 dollar coffee you begged off a stranger,

But now your body can't raise itself off the floor,

Because the dregs of poison weave through your veins.

Your mouth gaping open like a cat in heat and

you limp and dying there with no one to release you

From the fanged monster tearing you up

From the inside of your empty wallet, then down

your esophagus and into your system like it was

salvation in the form of starvation and poison

you poor pathetic little thing

I envy your escape.