K2
I inhale the thick ghosts
until they rattle in my lungs
and haunt the hallways
of my throat, their foggy
arms tickling a cough
from their graveyard.
I taste spice with each
dry breath while my cells
bury themselves in the raw
meat of my brain and my body
convulses like an orgasm,
the galaxies twisting my eyes
into shaky stars.