To Be Monstered

I don't want to breathe anymore
I cover my face with my hands, to block out the light
I let the hair collapse onto my face like waves on a shore
My head tilts downward to further curl my body tight

The hurt, it's seething
My heart can't take the loving pain
The one thing I do that I hate is breathing
It's like someone opened my chest to acid rain

Why won't it go away?
I've done nothing to myself to get this
What's happening to my body? I'm beginning to sway
I crumble in my seat with an attack that didn't miss

Am I changing? Am I shifting?
I feel as if there's lizard skin under my clothes
I scratch all over, the pain and itch not lifting
Hot and cooled relief flows over me from the itch to my toes

Go away! Don't look! I monstered to a form
A terrible horrible new worse than before
A form in which the pain was still warm
It was worse than before, like waves on the shore
And there was me writhing on the floor