Hydro—
Foam, like venom bile. Jaws, square and concrete, hit the floor. Throat open, wide open
and dry as a desert. Shaking, shaking, shaking—Please! I’m so scared.
My mouth is so large, but my throat is so small.
Water, water? WATER! NO! Get away from me—
—phobia
Brain? It is so heavy; it is sick; it is not mine. It’s in the bats
and racoons and foxes and coyotes that ravaged me.
Blood, it is rabid, scratching its way out of my failing skin.
I’m scared and dying. Please, tear my red lane open. Please.
I just need a drop
to drink—
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