Coiled lightning bolts;
Crushed thunder claps;
Inverse volcanic ejaculation;
Crossed hurricane eyes;
All beneath my quivering percussive drum-tight skin.
With collapsed lungs and stolen breath,
Choking on lament and eternal shade,
I am writhing and grabbing
And clawing and squeezing
The errant parts and pieces
That refuse to stay coiled and crushed and compressed.
Things are collapsing and expanding,
And the skin stretched over my heart is crazing and cracking
Under the pressure.