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:

"Help me."

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.

Ashamed,

I turn away, hating to… Continue