I try to breathe,

The air’s scarce

And all my touch finds,

Is thick, broken glass

Pricking, scathing 

My flesh that sits on the outside 

How long can I go

Before these scorches consume me

Bite away at what’s left of my sanity

I wonder if I deserve this

For sins uncommitted 

Or ones that came undone 

With the mark of new life

& left in their wake,

A blood-thirsty spite