transmission.

everything hurts

aches

creaks.

like it's all haunted

and it's hard to explain.

i've never wished that i could just turn myself inside out

and empty this.

the nausea, the waste, the fears and the pain

emptied.

and i find myself going silent

because the able bodies

have deaf ears.

and so if i could find the words to pray

if i could find some sort of translation for the jumbled mess that is growing

growing

growing day by day,

the words dwindle down to

the simplest of pleas

"come through for me.

come through.

come through."