There’s a bottle in my throat

I don’t know how it got there

But I can feel it there

suffocating me

constricting me

I can’t breathe anymore

and while I’m slowly dying

Doctors in lab coats

watch me as I cry

for help

Why won’t you help me?

My vision’s going black

as they answer

the question

"There’s nothing wrong with you."

Can’t they see the bottle’s neck

within my own?

Can’t they see it’s unnatural?

Or is the bottle invisible

and it’s my imagination?

Maybe it’s better

that I drop dead

and they’ll be

clueless

as to why.