my world crashed down
all green and leafy
poison ripping into flesh,
rendering it inflamed, insane
nails plow angry red rows
safety in the pink pill
oblivion along for the ride
heated skin slipping into cool sheets
seeking solace and comfort
tangled thought, images and snippets
tumbling though the mind
falling into the nothing
it swallows me whole consuming my last shred of sanity
as a slip into sleep troubled and disjointed
there's a skeleton at the feast . . .