My gut is like an anvil pressing into my soul

With a rising fever that burns into my glass spirit.

My restless thoughts linger inside my jaded mind.

This is the continuum of metallic beads jumping around

Inside elastic walls of my charred stomach.

Ghostly visions of you haunt my dreams,

And my eyes grow old with each passing day.

Your smile resonates my corpse with the flossing

Rays of sunlight, and bites into the crevices of the earth’s belly.