Here it is

Here it comes again

drowning me

swallowing me whole


Here it comes again

that wretched beast

pulling me in

with its sharp claws

and horrible breath


Here it comes again 

and here I am disarmed

completely vulnerable and raw

Too human

and the shell of a human I am


Here it comes, gnawing at my shell

like I have anything left

like I left some meat to chew

and I wonder what will be left of me 


what will be left of me

when the shell is no more

and I collapse

into nothing


Here it is, almost done with me

and here I am

at least for now, here I am


Here it is 


Here it is 


and Here I am

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