synapse

a poem (escapril day eight)

there’s something inside me, so small i can barely identify it, but i feel it buzzing. 

and to be honest, i don’t know if that’s good or bad – but it’s something, it’s alive. 

in an instant my stomach churns and my heart pumps slower, but why is that so? 

this must be what it feels like when your body loses all function – when it stares the fight in the eyes and chooses to surrender.

my cells are telling each other to rot and my brain will do nothing but snicker. 

we’ve been telling each other to leave and god, the word tastes bitter.