3 AM
poetry2020
3 AM
and my
breath is like
muffled sobs –
small and
pacy
and a little
uncomfortable
the roots
of you
inside my
flesh
are
even further
inside now,
they
fasten themselves
around
my
ugly heart –
and it bleeds
of wine
that smells
as I
sit
and lie
or stand
and walk
I feel
this warmth
in my ham,
and in my
chest,
and while I
think,
it spreads
to my eyes
and my back
and my ears
it's everywhere now
and i don't like it
it makes my
palms
sweat,
and my leg
shake,
and my feet
perspire,
and my hands
tremble,
my mind
now runs
away
from me,
I try,
and chase
to catch it
as it runs
farther
and jumps
into the ocean
no
its too deep
its too blue
its too much
the fury
and the power
of the bottom
is crushing
me now,
its gashing
my meat
and
breaking my
bones
I-
why does
it still
feel warm?
the pain
is too much
but I'm
not so sure
where
I.R.