Hurk

so heavy my throat 

pit 

empty, hollow, still manages to

secrete this bottomless darkness that suffocates me

I've gone 72 hours without no sleep

i want to tear myself to pieces 

put my body through a meat grinder 

or a pressure tank thing

pressure, pressure, I'll at last burst into air

the pain will then disperse 

i will then get rest! marinara spaghetti! 

a grogginess that forgot how to swim

maybe my contacts are still in my eyes

and i forgot to pick up any of their calls

dark nights with wide open sight yearn for wonderous slumber,

sleep,

a miracle in hiding

the morning sun,

not rising

or has your ribcage eclipse

aggregated in orbit, covered the sky in thunder?

the hushed lullabies,

sung in whisper,

inside my ears,

duties of the reaper

mischance overheard, 

after the third day,

when the radio shackles got unstrung

allowing it to roll out,

that frequency,

ungodly

one day, will i stretch in glee, and greet the non-a/c?

or will i forever feel a vacuum within, suspended in limbo during nights where i don't dream but in dark matter float

so heavy my throat,

a suffocating pit