Half-Sleeping, Like in a Daydream

(i) corporeality

They strangle my brain with their claw-like fingers that leave their poison-laced fingerprints on my bodily tissue. Their harsh breath suffocates my lungs with its discriminatory, yet unbiased, brutality. They tell me to take it. They tell me to swallow the knives they throw at me, like I'm some kind of performer in their circus of cruelty, and I don't want to take it. So,

                                                                                                                                                              Then

                                                                                                                                                                      I

                                                                                                                                                                           Escape.