I can't stop my heart
from trying to beat it's way through my ribs and out of my chest
I cannot help the tears I've locked behind my lashes
from crawling down my throat
to burn and puncture bullet wounds into my chest
The air I breathe leaks from my lungs
and rattles my bones as I shiver in fear
Everything about me is becoming smaller
I'm shrinking
smaller smaller smaller
until one day
I'll wake up and find myself a pile of bones
stiched together behind thin papery skin
to create a spidery porcelain doll.
I will become "nothing"
But right now I am more afraid that I am not anything to begin with
One day
my bones will crumble into ash
and dance with the wind and the birds in the trees
I am almost there
But not yet
Who can save me from this slow and painful demise?
Are you there?
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Or am I too far gone?
Too far gone beyond anyone's reach?
I'm scared to dance with the wind.
