Existent

Slim

Body jolted at, 

a ninety degree angle

hipbones, weapons, sharp

like knives, 

help me to pierce further through my soul

rip through my flesh to find

there was no blood inside, no meat

just vines twisting around hollow bones

in the depiction of veins,

my heartbeat, just an echo because

the sound of the monitors 

were too loud,

and now,

I can no longer breathe through my own nose,

purge words from my mouth into a sinking hole

overflowing with 

poems

that I can no longer recite

as tubes slice down my throat,

hush, don't fight

70,000 calories,

and you'll survive.