The Pain Asylum
I can feel my brain slow
As my ribcage caves
A slush of my guts
Cut up and crushed
Gushin’like smoothies
Without the sugar rush
My back cracks
And I collapse real fast
Blood in my thighs
Run up to my lungs
Shriveled and dried
Pushin’back on my tongue
The warden comes by
Shoving pills in my mouth
Fingers clawing
The back of my throat
Nails catching my tonsils
Ripping them out
I scream through my gums
Voice gargled in blood
My teeth rotting, snapping
Nerves firing like guns
The straightjacket strangles me
But the warden comes
And tightens the straps
I struggle and thrash
Nash my teeth
“I’m not meant to be here”
I scream and plead
The warden drops their hand
Like a guillotine
All movements decease
And my head drops back
The resounding crack as
Skull slaps concrete
Brains congeal in the
Blender bone frame
And the bile rises
As my arteries snap
The red life-giving liquid
Spills outta my pores
Palpitations strain
Under the weight
Of my decay
Flesh slaps the ground
Splating sounds
Matching head pounds
Echoing down
And down
White paved walls
Metal doors slam shut
The asylum is closed