Church Bells

I can’t breathe 

      I just can’t        don’t ask why

and there’s that burning ache in my my stomach

that won’t go away no matter how much I feed it. 

It’s like I’m hungry but not for food. 

Stress claws at me, invisible and unseen,

sweet wine flows down my throat 

and honeyed sun warms my skin. 

This moment, this time I will be okay

here and now. 

if I don’t leave.

I need, I need, I need,

but what

a broken clock

brim over with stinging salt 

and my voice deserts me

It was stolen by a 

wretched human thing that lives in my throat and squeezes tight.

I reject your reality and substitute my own. 

My own, get out! You can’t add your rules 

to MY reality.

My response is tears,

always ever tears. 

What was the question?

No, stop I’m behind I can’t see over the hill

I’m scared. 

Wait, Help me!

give me a hand, or something to hold on to. 

Church bells toil in the distance,

dong

dong

dong

dong

dong

ding

dong 

gone

done.

I'm not quite sure if I like this or if I want to cut parts of it.