I have eaten lead my last three meals.
My face flush
My hands quake
Is this what fibrillation feels like?
I have not drank in days.
My knees knock
My feet numb
I taste blood from the lip unaware I was biting.
I bring a hand to my face
My fingers ice
My cheek inferno
The palm appeases my cheek, the cheek defrosts my palm.
I look at my scrawl on the page.
My lungs steady
My intention firm
From barren throat comes a shaken rasp.