I’m stuck.
it hurts.
am I going to
die? worn down to the bone,
bleeding out.
I carry it with me—drag it behind me.
I can’t feel my leg
how do I know it hurts?
I’m dying
aren’t I?
a cool place, shaded
if it’s bigger
will it protect me?
am I dying? I can’t move
any further
I can’t feel anything but the pain—familiar.
I drag it with me, along
with me.
I’m dying
here, alone. I will die
here, alone. 
it’s heavy this toothy jaw—a bite
at my thigh
I can’t escape so I drag it with me.
if I carry it far enough
will that help? it hurts
but it won’t
am I dying
here, alone? 
you can pick me up move me—
it’s easy for you
you carry me—the weight of 
my little world.
this jaw with no tongue, mouth of teeth
barely caught but I can’t get out
I drag it with me. until I can’t
you carry me, tearful
you cry but it doesn’t hurt anymore
you carry it, for me.
my leg, worn down to the bone
the teeth, sharp
you open that lifeless jaw, alone
you set me down.
the grass is cool. it doesn’t hurt
I am dying, 
here, together.
I don’t—I can’t—feel anything
I walk because there is nothing to drag
and nowhere to go
worn down, to the bone,
I bled, alone
you cry, alone.
you will carry me with you, alone
I can’t go any further
you cry, alone, down to, the bone.