Before an Exam

Written by: Teto Fan (Juan H. Erazo)

Poison

Nothing but poison.

Prickly cactuses clog my throat and ears.

My head feels like heavy mush.

I am sick.

When faced with my opponent,

My knees no longer stay,

Nor do they quiver.

They burn.

A burning so harsh

My being falls from the scars.

Oh, I am,

Why have you allowed this?

What must I do?

Is there something to do?

Please, what am I?

I am who I am,

But the I am now is now who I am.

I am infected with a toxin.

One that does not let me forget,

Whether it be through the non-wake or walk.

I crawl to my former resting place,

A smudge of dirt I know too well.

I had thought that it was behind me

And that the hole was filled.

I now see that it’s filled,

However full it was,

Was truly only hope in disguise.

This hole is with me,

And when I look into its dark, empty abyss,

I am reminded of my life.

I stand here paralyzed-

Not knowing if I am looking into it from above,

Or if I’m just recalling the memory before my latest submission.

I feel nothing but darkness around me.

My unwanted sleep nears.

I am mute and can do nothing but feel as it approaches.

My ears, legs, eyes, arms

My brain, heart, my relations, and my guilt.

Amongst it all,

My only senses left are those of one homunculi.

They are my dreams darkening-

My body shrinking.

They are nothing but Poison.