Seven seconds Seven words Seven people Seven lives. Birds fly past my teeth. the urge to hold them back is slimmer and slimmer. My lips torn apart by beaks and claws. My tongue stained with blood and feathers. Nests between my gums, eggs behind my jaw. Parrots and crows and ravens and blue jays fill my throat. Suffocating me. Get them out get them out GET THEM OUT. Teeth ripped apart. Mouth agape. Flocks of different colored feathers fill the empty air in front of me. My mouth is empty. My gums are clean. My throat is clear, my head is dead. Seven seconds Seven words Seven people Six alive. |