I would like to break
let there be ruptures in my skin
I want to feel dry eyes
and no air to breathe, while I spin.

Stick needles in my back
filled with feelings that I can’t carry
Poison me, let me die and vomit
until all I cough up is blood coloured like cherry

And I cough and I cough and I cough

But even though I never add salt
my body is filled with a liquid version of it.

And I can’t break
I still breathe
I can’t cough
tears will not leave

And blood circulates my body
like it has done for years

my skin remains plain

no emotions, it appears.