by mandaceehb

Stale blood rests on crumpled scripts

A dizzying hurricane of circled numerals and capital letters

My feet have been long cast in iron

They drag along their rusty tracks of habit


But in a rush flesh overwhelms the machine

Limbs vibrating in a compelling desire, the pure need to

Be free

I cannot 

Stop the torrents of lava that scald my veins and explode inside

The heart that pounds like a rock avalanche roaring down an unforgiving slope

The sadistic want to let my muscles burn with acidic ache and

Let pain be the only thing I know bringing me forward until every movement, every word, every breath, is but a numbness that I don’t know

The nails have come loose