I'm a Little Teapot

I feel like a giant sucking chest wound
ragged bits of flesh, strings of muscle and
twitching sinew are not enough to conceal
the pulsating exposed organ;

I don’t feel numbed by age, just tiered,
but also more sensitive than ever,

as if time has slowly stripped me

of my protective covering and now

I am all live wire, sparking and flashing
as my emotions arc and crackle around me

So often, there are no words;
neither rhyme nor reason.
Just the long slow low scream of existence.