Thank you that I do not live
With straining heart and shallow limbs
Thank you for taking them away,
Oh how they both taunted me
And sickly preyed on my family;
And colored me, cruelly,
The flaming sun-dead shade.
Thank you for making it end,
The hollow half-hearts, screaming
While my spine writhed within
Molten muscles; shrieking bones.
All the clamping voices that used to shout inside my body
I thank you now for the silence broken only
By an ocassional sore throat.