Triptan

Feeling eyes feeling

hands on your skin

your eyes closed your

breath is like a clock

that over-winds inside

you, those seconds stored

like apple seeds in your gut.

Your mouth is like a tunnel.

Your mouth is where the skin

is thin enough to split. Nothing

fits in your mouth. Your teeth

are an ill-made cage that

your tongue pushes through.

Your feet ache. Your feet are cold

and they ache. Don’t you have nightmares?

Don’t you have cold hands?

Your mouth is mostly blisters.

A ceiling on the world like a doll house

With giant hands piercing through.