I writhe – convulse – contort
Slick-slap!
Fall, smack!
Face hits concrete
and the blood flows and flows and flows and flows and flows and flows and flows and flows…
I gasp – air!
Blackout.

Lucid. Snap! Reality.
A pain – I search for locus.
In my chest. Pain.
My heart – it beats
and adrenaline soars slickly slither sizzle.
Alertness: cold.
A hand of truth grips my throat;
tightens: hate.
Blackout.

Needles in my arm;
poison in my veins;
evil in my eyes.
Blackout.

Alone, single blue light…
Dull but hopeful…
Naked in front of audience!
I must dance:
I fall. They cheer. I stall.
Blackout.

Save me! From myself!
Desperate screech. Desperate.
Help.
Sinking in hell’s fire.
Drowning in holy water.
Death.

Blackout.