Over

Over

The sinking ship of my throat,
Awash in the depths,
Of my chest,
Which tightens, rib to rib,
No voice,
No breath,
Skin tingles indignant,
Stripper hot,
Eyelids, so taut,
Banks fit to burst,
Thought stops
And feeling staggers,
Begging,
For the next fix,
When she says,
It's over.