Black Ain't Back

I want to drown myself
In white paint

And inhale
So that I know it'll travel up my trachea, bronchus, oesophagus.
Mingle with my cerebrospinal fluid like a slow ballet
Travel and shoot down capillaries a cell thick
Shunt its way through my superior vena cava.

And it tastes like pennies
So see myself lying there
Encrusted in crusting paint
One arm out
Bent at the elbow
Stiff.

But at least I know
I'm alright
All white
Now.