vibrations that make <br />my face go numb <br />and all fingers fall off, <br />and both my thumbs <br />and i'm pulled into oblivion, <br />a thin strand of matter <br />and before my slate wipes clean <br />i'll be wondering if after <br />and the noise will become blank <br />a gentle thrum in my ears <br />equilibrium will break <br />rippling with instinctual fears <br />and i'll smell the blood like iron <br />and taste the jaded tears <br />and my fist will flail in defiance <br />as my skin angrily sears <br />and melts into my organs <br />which are pulsing like the sea <br />and the bones will shatter together <br />and the heart itself will leak <br />sounds escape my throat <br />and jabber altogether <br />as the gravity crushes my lungs <br />and pulls me tight as a tether <br />violently ripping my spine <br />as the final pain flashes through <br />and i laugh sorely as i die <br />cause what else can i really do?<br /><br />Savanna Hillyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-in-a-black-hole/
