It begins to feel like

It Begins to Feel a lot like

It begins with a pulsing

right temple

that could be a tooth

or a tumor

The day grows colder
I wear my stocking cap
I am being stalked
There is a sharp pain in my right
elbow
My feet are sand
and cotton

It begins to end

even as I dose

the symptoms with

oxycontin

oxycodin

tylenol

It begins to feel

like dieing

like waiting
to die

like waiting

for my turn

and the room

feels empty
though there are people around me
that wouldn’t like to
read this
The room feels empty
the silence of
next
It begins to feel a lot like next

"NEXT

MR. MORSE"