I lay as I did in my mother’s womb
A tube connecting my nose to outward machinery
Pumping liquid poison into my body
It spreads from my nose to my stomach,
My muscles, my bones, infecting everything it touches
In this infection lies one singular truth, pain
This liquid pain courses through my body
its coarse essence permeating every fiber of my being
It does not stop.
It keeps pumping, and pumping, continuously paving the path of my suffering.
I lay as I did in my mother’s womb, hoping for my salvation
I think of running, of ripping this thing out of my face and finding
But I know that’s impossible
I wonder if this is how we feel as we are incubated in our mothers
The elixir of life being pumped and pumped into us
Did we ever wish for it to cease?
For the pain to stop
Or did we just keep until
Our eyes bore the world in all its splendor
I feel my eyes slowly shut as sleep takes me, finally freeing me from this mechanical poison.