The upper part of my teeth
towards the lower part of my teeth,
dancing in my mouth
gnaw at the mucus of my inner skin
creating sweat from my pores–
from my pores– sweat, and from my eyes– tears.
The sweat bursts out-
the sweat, and the tears.
My fingers break as they kiss my hand, forcefully,
as my hand clenches them into a fist;
The beats of my heart,
the half-breaths that my mouth takes
trying to feed my lungs; My lungs my brain; My brain me; And me…
And my teeth clash again against each other
until I fall asleep,
and the morning comes;
I survived! I am strong!
One day done; Twenty nine days to come;
Twenty nine long years.