The Bait

What happens when you burn your throat too much.

It’s no use thinning my blood

If its iron still adds weight to my veins.

 

Just my brain feels thinner.

Sunlight only hits softly

On my eyes and my face

Seems sunken in every aspect.

 

My lips couldn’t hold a smile

Without making me squint in disgust if they tried.

 

Tired.

I’m always tired and my muscles

Ache,

As if recovering from great strain,

When I haven’t left my apartment in days.

 

My throat is a no-kill trap.

My voice is a mouse

Dying of starvation within it.