The acid of
your treacherous thoughts
drips down your spine
soaks into your stomach
churns your last meal
sends it surging
up your throat.
Solidifies
into iron bands
around your chest
so every breath is an effort
every heartbeat
fainter than the last.
Collects
in the base of your skull
thumps against
the dreaming part
of your brain.
Slithers
across your forehead
as a sheen of sweat
sends your temperature soaring.
You're stuck between
a rock and a hard place-
the fresh memory
of what you've just done
and the unavoidable truth-
it's all your fault.
