Within the Twisted Ruins of My Mind

Day three without meds
Brain-crushed popcorn meteorite
Shrapnel tongue can’t articulate the words
In vain I attempt to keep together my fractured dam

Poisoned cacti corpuscles grind
Minced subterranean hooligans riot
Benzo withdrawal liquefies my louse meat brain
So much worse than the worst kind of perverse panic

Rendered & rolling internal agony
Molten glass splinters thread my being
No getaway from these horrible sensations
Rolled up fetal and can’t find my way—bat shit, no exit crazy

Scrawling the walls with jagged fingernails
Intensity tearing out pieces of my hair
Can’t stop my vibrating motor oil legs
Can’t stop this sick pulverizing haze

Wretched weltering needle fists
Sickening beast swelling inside me
Feral, contorted, dripping snot and ghastly luggage
Defeats every cell in my writhing gristmill