I rise up and out of myself --
A pathetic mass contorted upon the floor.
Ascending higher to escape the suffocating grasp of failure.
Appealing to the angels:
May be the slightest taste of heaven will banish the bitterness
From my tongue and replenish my thirst for life.
I see my face.
Pained and stained with tears.
My body convulses violently,
Trying to shelter the hurt and the fear.
I turn away, hating to… Continue