Down There

I do not want to die

But I do not care if I did

A day, two months, ten years

Yes, I cried, so what if I kid?

A single day feels like fifty

The walls pushing in, vertigo

The ground gone, the roof crashing down

The laughter loud, down vertical

Unwanted, dead or half alive

The sky’s torn slashed back bleeding black

A foul mouth full of murdered moth

A tongue that shoots flak while it smacks