Crackle

I’m

Sick

I got a metal line tightening around me

And it’s not easy

No, it’s not

Easy

To hold my breath anymore

Baby, I’m sick.

Don’t take my temperature

It’s just the tension

You’re sick, actually:

Don’t loosen those chains

You like them too much on my arms and legs and underneath my throat.

We’re all sick, really

We all have silent chains

That make us feel like questioning

This

This world

Then, a

Crackle!

And it’s exposed

Like a loud cough in a silent library

And everyone wants to look at you

And ask you

“Why are you here

If you’re sick?”

I didn’t want to be all alone