The dark wielding wave

A black tarnish

Thick and hot

Turns and grinds away

At my heart

I have no strength to bend

No strength to stop

And yield its course

The material

The metal

The mirror in my gut

Is sore

And tired from the journey

Which has only just begun

Contortions

Of pain

(Not pleasure)

Cuddle and curl

Wrapping themselves tightly

In my blood

Dreams

And

Joy

My breath is heavy

My lungs,

Undeserving of air,

Struggle

Leaving every inch of room for wind and breeze

And yet no gust

Is enough

To calm my beating pulse

My knees give way

A slow slide to the ground

Without the muscle

To stand