The Death In Me
By Pride Ed
I’ve laid faced-down for so long;
my heart is asleep.
It thumps like static through
my atretic cavities.
It contorts as my lungs try to
scream it awake.
Each breath prolongs the
eventual decay of my diaphragm,
even as my insides already
float in it’s own purulence.
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