BIO-HAZARD: a lucid poem by Melanie Mills.

BIO-HAZARD

I am aware of the trail I leave.

My brain is full of spikes;
my head nods, and one slips
shaped like an icicle crashing to the ground.

But it isn’t cold, no, it sheers a hole clean through the bedrock.
I am tempted to toss a stone and count, but
I cannot bend over for fear of the consequences. 

Kilimanjaro is squatting on my doorstop and I
must navigate the tangled viper wires
without touching my skin;
it is so frail it wafts off with the gentlest breeze. 

My lungs gulp in streams of steam,
and exhale chunks of dust. 

The hall is a catacomb,
dank and full of
spider webs resembling the dead,

my personality slowly disintegrating with each
pulsing step.

If only I could reach my bed,
I just might save the world.


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