RancidToxicity

Breathe viscous black in, Lungs stain with inky permanence, Life is a whirlwind, Thoughts zoom in silence, Like muted cars on an endless freeway. Compressed irises burrow into the white abyss, Counting every cracked crevice, Judgmental eyes plaster themselves on yellowing walls They splinter, denying her service. "Is this all?" She murmurs breathily, The bed groans, sticking to privileged skin, Silence rings, like a malfunctioning EKG machine, It pitches, her eardrums tremble. Life is a whirlwind, she repeats in her mind, Breathe viscous black in, Blood rushes through thinned veins, For one sweet moment the world stills. She stands at the