When I’m No More
I feel the ants
crawling along my skin,
biting away at my flesh.
I feel the restlessness
sitting beneath the base of my tongue,
filling my mouth with emptiness.
I hear the clanging
inside my brain,
the warning bells,
the need for change.
I sense the fluttering
within my belly,
the weight of the lead,
the gravity of the hole.
I am taken over by
the storm brewing
like an ache in my chest,
spreading along my veins,
as tension builds
in the cavities of my body.
I vibrate
with the echoes, of a distant beating
skirting across
my tightening edges.
I feel all this,
and more
like I’m on the verge of exploding,
showering, into a pretty rain
of softly falling lightning sparks
but when the electricity fades
and the embers die,
all that will be left
is the coldness,
the blackening skies
and the heavy weight
of a cavern,
that is my silence.
– When I’m No More.
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