grasping, gasping, end.

Breathe; I need to peel away the skin

craving and gasping with no end

The ground?

Never show the ground the salt!

There is hope!

maybe there shouldn’t be

we should drift away?

Maggots on a leash

Horns of the beast!

creeping and following

we could run away?

I’m afraid to look around flowers are on the ground!

I’m waiting and creating.

BUT YOU FLOATED AWAY!