Wet paper

Breath like crumpled cellophane
Skin pale and wet
Joints stiff and tight
Itchy dry eyes
Tissue paper thin skinned lips
Crack and tear
with each
raspt breath
Slow death rattles
Shuttering and shivering- frozen
Blistering to the touch
Bathed in sweat
From hallucinogenic dreams
and too real realities
Every inch inflicted
Every cell infected
You will die here
Bone marrow boils
Brain matter burns
Each squishy pink organ
Hardens to grey concrete

You will die here