the vice grip pulls a little more

from the other side

its hold is hot and full of bile

all secrets here hide

squitting like a dog, kicked to many times

roadkill in the fog

 i resist but then i slide


the one is shorter

than the other half

not only in the body

but also in the heart


i take a step toward the water

but the foot has left the leg

i fall into the fire like the fools daughter

it laughs, i laugh

then i beg


i crawl from underneath it

see a glimpse of myself

i reach to touch my fingers

i feel, i feel, i felt


release is what i long for now

i would prefer to forget

no matter the price

i would pay the happy debt

to rid this vessel of this pain

this pain that does not moove

nor change nor bend