Bile bubbles in my throat
Foaming at my lips
But will not escape past yellowed canines
My mind thrashes against its rotten shell
Snot melds with salty tears
Can't go home.
There is no home.
Just four walls unhappily domesticated
I take a sedative and lie completely still
My weary bones atop unruly concrete
Headlights illuminate wounded skin
Like a feral animal pounded to pavement
I lie a minute more..
Rotted organs under skin and bones
Twisting and turning
In their warm pool of filth
Lie in your bed of flowers
Decompose underneath the spring’s sweet smelling nectar's
Rotted organs sustain ecosystems
Take mine from my body
And prove them useful.
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