The sound of the ceiling fan itches my ear

The fabric rubbing against my skin makes me wanna rip myself bare

This sunlight kissing my eyes until they overflow with tears

Oh no this rotting smell what is it my nose closed in on itself

A apple tastes like sand on my tongue but I still chew it's from a friend afterall

Oh no, I'm gripping my hair as the world buzzes about.

It's too late. I've already drowned.