queued thoughts

VII

my mind is spinning

the edges and corners

going round and round

i can't breathe

my lungs filled with oxygen

i can't see

my vision so clear

i could trace it on paper

my mouth

so dry i can taste the water

my lips shame of unspoken words

i can't breathe

my thoughts

like a sea of burning hell

i feel ...

nothing

my dreams

go up in flames of pure dust

my aspirations

settle under the ashes

i can't breathe

i try to reach out

pull out the rope

all my strength

all of it wasted

trying to get rid of the true enemy;

myself.

i feel my throat crushed

bruises covering my skin

i can't breathe

you try to help

but you are choked on my ashes

i can't breathe

i feel myself void

but i can't do anything because

in that moment

i had become unempty.

-b