Dangerous enemy

Every inhale is ecstatic,

Every exhale makes you quiver.

You look at your hand;

Slightly blurred picture of your fingers.

You lay back.

It consumes you,

The secret stalks every thought of yours,

Getting a better grip.

You try turning your head,

But you’re drugged and half-paralyzed.

You’re at the edge,

The very edge of yourself. Can you look behind it?

Your skeleton will stay in that car forever;

I’ll be the last one standing up

After the infernal rain of damnation.




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