I am scared.
Hands and ankles clasped to a metal table,
White-washed walls inspire spasms of uneven breaths,
Irregular heart-beats,
Body and mind unsynchronized
My thoughts flying faster
As my pulse slowly falters.
I am dying.

Slowly.

Close my eyes and brace against the bite
As you break
Every bone
In my body.
I breath slowly.
Inhale, and lament screams unholy,
While I hear you laughing, ripping at my chest coldly.
I collapse in on myself,
Blood, guts, and gore spilling contents onto the white-washed floor, until
I breath
No more.

Just before I take leave of this world
I open my eyes to find that of my demise.
I see
A mirror.