poem rough -
And Aphasia

What is in your blood?
We need to know.

What do you see, before your eyes roll back?
Is that fear, or wonder beneath that sheen of tears?

What is crawling under your skin
that makes you writhe and arch?
What crystal demon have you taken into yourself?

I need to know.
What is in your blood?

What is happening to your mind?
Every moment, a coma shattered,
bolt upright with eyes wide -

what dream are you trying to give me,
that fits in your hand, and makes you cry?

What is in your blood?