Dancing right on the edge

all grins and laughter

the face that never slips

not even for a moment.


“But he seemed so strong”

they whisper over my hospital bed.


We are all teetering

a footstep away from the teeth,

it’s the eyes that are worse though


seas of pity, that glutenous vacuum.

I’d rather be chewed up

feel the slow blunt grinding

taking small pieces of flesh from me.


Drowning is such a horrific way to go.