accustomed to policies in vain
a shelter of capillaries that drip
a song unsung and a wound unclean
a soft heart bleeding
a chest bloating; midnight spasms
thoracic cavity wide open.
when she took the test
the images frowned upon me
and i could only look for bodies.
the countless times
i prayed for blood
for a swollen gut
insatiable images of weakness
unaccustomed this time
to the cry for help in silence
this time i hope
i can save myself
from the blindness.