causing my windpipe to disintegrate,
I have thoughts of correcting my wrongs,
courtesy of this elevated state.
I notice the unusual dullness of the room,
as my foot struggles to detach from the ankle,
Feelings of insecurity and suspicion begin to loom,
dragging me down the sea of pain like an anvil.
Blood thumping loudly against the heart's door,
the stereo's music flows through my veins,
Slowly dissolving like grass being eaten raw,
letting go completely of my soul's reins.
The wall's of my throat are painted in green soot,
and in my lungs it buries it's thick root.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John -2016
