Pins and Needles

Here I am crawling again  
Feeling the cold dirty floor.  
Breathing these toxins within.  
Five fingers slammed in the door.  
 
Slap me across my sad face.  
Ignore all the lines in the sand.  
Knock me right down from my grace.  
Shred me with sorrow's sweet plan.  
 
You have got it backwards you see.  
Although it's lined up straight as you say.  
It must be delusional me.  
How could I buffet you this way?  
 
Backhanded heart on the dirt.  
Filthy vexation digs in.  
Smack and provoke every hurt.  
Malaise is torment's best friend.  
 
Shame has it's stake in the flesh.  
Wings broken it falls to the ground.  
Free it from every duress.  
Deafening, pulsating sound.  
 
Speeding head first towards the stones.  
Agony won't catch her now.  
Here at the end she's alone.  
Disquietude's hope is all she's allowed.