i am nauseous
from the summer heat,
the metal stench of my own blood,
and my flesh caught in your teeth.
i laugh in the face of my reflection,
her with the eyes of someone in control but i know
a lamb’s heart torn to shreds.
my ribcage sits wide open,
muscle and sinew hanging off the bone.
i always imagined drowning to be peaceful, like sleep;
but i am here, drowning,
and i imagine it would be just as bad if flames licked my bones,
so i unhinge my jaw & swallow whole.