I spit blood out of my mouth,

Wiping away the salty taste on my teeth with my tongue.

Watching as light creeps, solemn, into the sky.

I cradle the sun in my hands.

There is scurrying,

Of mice,

Across the floor,

Pitiful and shaming squeaks,

I turn away as my body falls,

Apart.

Inside,

My organs are burning,

Twisting,

Angry,

My memories

Sliding down my brain.

Like an avalanche.

Liquid

Throths at my mouth,

Once again

And I

Choke.

Choke it all up,

So it sounds less like a scream,

And more of a dying hymn,

The one thought branded in my mind,

Is that

I never should have trusted them.