Struggle

1.

breathing
spikes in my
vision, I
grasp at the
eyelids
painting
ugly pictures
and tug
tugtug –

2.

seven years
of bad luck
is worth
shattering
the mirror
by throwing
it to the
ground
and dancing
on its
grave;

3.

dirty
memories
crowd the
corners of
my eyes
and I scratch
them away
with a
sharp-edged
knife.

4.

bones are
not that pretty
and I'm
not going
to let him win
by acting as
a trigger for
my fading
away;

5.

I'm strong
enough
to fight
against the
disease
inside
my head.