Wash away my pain-
Stick a hand all the way down my throat,
tickle my heart a little,
and let me puke out these throbbing fiends.
Then rock my lifeless head back
and let me die slowly.
Then sit by me
and I will be with you at last.

This is what she said.
But as she coughed,
a stoic white figure on the floor,
starring lamely at her bloods and her acids,
she choked in misery,
for the pain remained.
And even now as it lay still,
it breathedagain, inside of her.