I Am...

I am...unravelling Unravelling, unravelling, Like the fraying Persian rug on my cold bedroom tiles, Like the colourful balls of yarn in my grandmother’s knitting basket, I am being unspooled, Like a faulty cassette, My heart strings twanging and snapping as they unwind I am falling to pieces, Imploding, collapsing, disintegrating Shards of me crumbling to dust and blowing away on the desert wind I am dissolving, The tears evaporating from my cracked cheeks, The blood melting to red mist in my flaccid veins I am becoming invisible, I am being drained of color, of life, of spirit Darkness encroaches, an oily swirling grey, Swallowing me whole, Drowning me in nothingness so that I can hardly breathe… Let alone call out for help I am suffocating, asphyxiating, I am choking Every gasp for air lodging in my throat like fish bones I am dying… …yes, soon I will be dead A tangled heap of bleached bones, of strands of hair, Of unraveled heart strings…of shattered love, strewn across the sand, A dejected crimson mist