Do you hear that bell...it tolls for me.

The fear resides in shoulders
gut and brain
piercing gnawing at my
tumble of nerves
they could spill on the floor but
it would not cease the string of
connection to me
I could cut it out with rusty gardening shears
even tetanus cannot save me now

I said i would be done with the last drag
of my last cigarette
waiting for sleep to metabolize
I wait.

~~~~sadie heX~~~~