I

think

re

will

just

be

a

something

inside

will

slip

a

d

everything

that

i

worried

abo

t

will

and,

discarded

wrapper,

my

tinfoil

torso

will

crumple,

my

paddle

p

p

ribs,

snapping,

pierce

limping

then,

if

not

dead,

crippled,

i

will

let

out

one

last

y

sigh

from

my

cardiac-

cavitied

chest

that

the

air

escapes

sounds

not

unlike

a

deflating

balloon

and

wh

ch,

ing

thin

the

neighbours

might

have

heard,

if

only

rather

than

it

had

happened

just

a

tiny

little

moment

the

collapse,

and

if

i

wasn't

already

fainting

at

the

sight

of

my

blood

i

might

quite

to

have

two

seconds

of

peace

to

be

disappointed

by

i

m

sed

o

t

o

but

don't,

so

,

alone,

just

like

that

i'm

g