These gasoline fumes smell like butterscotch

It feels like my ribs are shaking 

there seems to be an earthquake in my lungs 

and the flowers I took so long to grow there 

are being tossed around and thrown into my blood stream

Sunflower petals are not made to fit into arteries

It feels like my brain is missing

like the only thing that sits atop my head 

is a heavy iron weight made of onyx scribbles

there is something so wrong up there it had to be crossed out

It feels like my lips are a burnt battleground

And my eyes are almost as hallow as the pit that lives in my abdomen 

My hands shake like hummingbird wings 

and my heart is a mangled Martyr cross atop a steep cyanide shrine

It feels like I don't have a smile

but a muzzle snarling 

I'm so rabid I don't even know what I'm howling at

but even the wolf knows when the danger about is real

It feels like my entire body is a grotesque collage of nightmares 

the only thing missing is the lanky dark figure who swallows me up at night

I don't know who dreamed me up but I was not made to stay idle