Hypoxia

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I am my own fever
I am afraid of my simple mistakes
Me and myself stare at
each other
We can eat our tissue
and inhale…
Laxed reins!…
New brain!…
Anywhere but eternity,
sultrily
Broken soul, gentle dream,
draining cortex
Lack of oxygen,
I’m not seeing!…
I live off of their
mausoleum soil
My coffin is blind to
idle eyes
My bones aren’t
dry enough
I'll learn to love
this place
Laxed reins!…
New brain...
Aggravated body, cerebrum’s
tired
Don’t forget your breathing,
baby camel —
There's no tissue here
left to exhale!…
Laxed reins...
New brain...
Loss of eyesight
is paradise
Ossuary clean, my skull,
dirty skull
Anemic dreams in monotone
Tarantula thorax
In here lies
a wholly black pupil,
a white flat circle.