hospital welcome

static seizes.
wind sweeps a low hum of ants
to crawl electric.
shock on cotton sheets wraps
its steady hold. choke hold on
physique, frail outline.
there's a future lifeline
dripping into me. IV heavy
grips the veins like a
scorned lover.
i should know.
cut my last chance at
survival, but they
wouldn't let me feast
on myself.

love will be my grave.
screaming banshee
high on organs.
stirred again, the light-bulbs chirp -
flashing rebellion on how
to survive.
nesting doll, the nurse polishes me ready. snake shed
skin.
this fury -
inhales on the remains loyally.
black coffee, smooth
hell to raise.
a collective of bodies
painted on me.
analysis
of me, my own, and battles
i cannot slip.
DNA strands - like a ribbon to the eyes
dangles copies of life to speak to, but
we march on.
my mars is indecisive,
though Pluto urges for rebirth.
sometimes, i celebrate the self.
sometimes, i razor through bone.

ego!
your vitamin for fools -
well played to a survival.
on behalf of your iron fist
hope wraps itself in velvet.
i found it, written on the back of my
spine.