Evinrude

This one feels like red ants
swarming somewhere near my sinus
with a chemical undercurrent
in every third course of blood

panic flailing falling grasping
wished for easy endings
wide statements
to stop it early embrace

Lightening or bee stung
sickness its the same again
rage lashing out crazy
then working its way in

tearing up the fetters
unhinged regret
little by little, like
slowly picked scabs