Arthritic, gnarled witch fingers
crawl into my bloated stomach
weaving in and out, with fire lit thunder bolts
pounding their way through my blood engorged arteries.
I want to scream for it to stop and I do
but no words come out.
I hear the words perfectly pegged with accuracy but no one else can,
as they lean into me, their black eyes engorged, their breath hot on my face.
I am living in the deep, dark labyrinth where there is
no beginning and no end just twisted corners turned around.
The veins on my hands pop up aqua blue
against milky white skin that is painfully translucent.
Breathing in labored breaths,
I swing my torso around and tuck it into my body cave, fatty, yellow globules mixed together.
Tonight, there are no answers, just questions and mind numbing
sadness with extraordinary swells of sweating fear.