My beloved Monstrosity

The air is vulgar and dirty, too warm, heavy.

The room is spinning as my eyes begin to fall and my lips form your name.

IN a state of dream-wake i think you might be here, calling to me, holding me, begging me to see you.

I apologize from ten feet away and i feel my wrists begin to swell.

My hands, my hands, they're not getting oxygen.