apnea

*here: to initiate

They say my nose beaks
like some bird kind;
Shove tanks of O &
spark* under my wings

I don’t complain, I think
I lack the faculties anyway
Chickens shit fear
of dying over death

Grope about slime
for your things
needed, sliding,
Emerge In Seeing Glass

Not feeling; seeing
Skin fisted open
Found varied shards
[in size and cause]

They trim,
what you hate
Never feel that blood
loss is negligible

They ask if the well is clear.
Why is there no answer?

It’s wrapped tight
around the throat so
that we are forced
to make these noises.