Survival

door is closing
twisted lock
skin exposing
[sick] sweet talk

acid rising
in my throat
pressure building
in my pulse
fire burning
in my skin

breath is steady
body braced
mind is ready
just displaced

trees are swaying
with the breeze
birds are calling
wild & free
clouds are drifting…
back to me

weight is pressing
on my hips
blood is smearing
on my thighs
protest catching
on my lips

breathe in deeper
body shakes
mind is weaker
then it breaks

trees are swaying
vision blurs
birds are calling
sound distorts
clouds are drifting…
but I stay.