I think that my memories
have been replaced with barbed wire,
My consciousness swapped with
Shards of broken glass
As my thoughts draw nearer,
they begin to cut me
With a nebulous yet razor-sharp edge
Slicing through the frontal
And into the temporal lobe,
Pinpoints of blood forming, growing,
Beginning to pool within the grey matter
An intangible pain has never felt
Quite as physical as this one,
Never quite this visceral before
Perhaps I can ignore the feeling,
For a short time, at least,
But the distractions start to dull
As the pain gets sharper
As the blood starts to pour
Into my chest, into my lungs,
As my vision turns scarlet under it
I’m sure that these cuts would heal in time,
But they keep being reopened anew,
And I fear it’s just a matter of time
Until sepsis sets in
