poetry: hypoxia

CW: blood, alcohol

Hypoxia 

written by J.V. Inkwell

Choke on the flames

You spit it out You rot choke on my heart spit out the blood 

Choke on the flames you spit the fire and reclaim 

Release the pain in my head again 

Reframe this scene with finger prints 

Deep as night 

As the inside of your eyes 

Paralyzed in sleep no escape from this dream 

Choke on the blood 

Spit out my heart 

Rip out my throat spit out the venom from my veins 

From years of bottled pain 

Crush the nails in seven inch heels 

Strip the screws and snort the rust

Cobblestone hobble 

Downtown we embrace our strange 

Drunk on rage 

Choke on the smoke

Inside the sound we drown it out 

Spit out the antidote and calm the beast inside 

Claim your pain

Bitten roots in vain

The fruits are rotting 

Feast on the blood 

The hunger forgotten

Hypoxia 

Unboxing the Body the spirit the mind 

Unfolding into the void