Toxic

Can I not just stop?

For the fingers surrounding me

Claw deeply, cutting flesh.

The tendrils of the mind flailing,

Drenched in desperation

Floundering, pathetic.

Heart at a cross,

Both craving and still

Satisfied in laughter.

Starving thin,

Yet ashamed to ask,

Afraid to suggest what cannot.

Glass crumbling in my chest,

Retracting fragments

Corrupt reflection.

Blurred vision…

Rest.