by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019
Poetry
by Kiley McMahon ’20
It rubs against the whole of my mouth,
covering my perfect teeth,
and my palat struck tongue.
It continues downward,
moving rapidly into my lungs,
which are already weak,
as they have collapsed,
once before.
It lines the whole of my rib cage,
and then is excavated out of my small intestine.
It tastes salty,
and my head feels dizzy,
as my thoughts revolve,
in a centripetal acceleration.
As it caves inward I gasp for air,
and then,
I let it lay me down peacefully,
as I float on by.
Finally,
my years of suffering are over,
as the salty body has won the battle.
It continued to creep,
down my lean and stern body,
until it took hold,
and I let it take control,
of my limp and hopeless body.
That is the best way,
to describe,
my losing battle,
to this salty body.