and we can all suffocate together

a heavy soggy breath
ejects from my silky throat's orifice, expanding and desiring
some healthy amount of beatings
to pursue its extinctive yet frightening lonesome dreams.

insomnia's make-up brush sweeps across my face as i burn
from the sight of these long-forgotten people on our jail's ceiling.
they hang from it, ignorant
fantasizing about quick boat rides to masseuses
with great sing-song voices.
their hopeful vacations of bliss haunt me,
traveling through our cell, mere air particles,
kissing my cold&wet dying skin.

i feel their numb tears relating to mine
as each individual's special blood drips,
making black rainbows on the floor.

it gets late,
the clock makes an inside-joke tic-toc,
and the trees make our world windy.

i slip my spine back,
a thud to the wall, knowing my own bodily juices are producing oceans
while my brain leaves to unintelligible heavens.

my executed eyes sit like water, still watching the faces of my hanging friends.
some look like dead fish, one like Goldilocks,
and the rest like clowns laughing at me
trying to make my death's self-esteem
somewhat higher.

and we all smile together.