Terminally Your Aborted Ghost Innumerical Bonds
She was standing amongst a crowd with her friends
She was suffocated by a pillow
Then she awoke
Fleshless corpse excretions
Dead limbs held packed in ice
Extremities flayed
Disgorging dreams of idealism
If I wake I find my legs bound together by rhetoric
Dissecting dulled speech, only I can know what death is
Romanticizing frail candles in hallucinations
Extricate this fixation of only a breath
I was scraped by tears of her asphyxiation
A gaping orifice filled with shards of shattered glass