907.

Irony in a
retarded motor reaching
toward its zenith.

906.

A catharsis in
progress. Stunt brain and restart
heart, manually.

905.

Leak those emotions
out from the skin until it
is just bone left shelled.

904.

The gaping maw of
a choice without one. Next up,
an attempt to bleed.

903.

Forgetting that then
it is surrounded. Acid
below, teeth above.

902.

Instead it drops down
to the stomach, hoping to
hide under the ribs.

901.

Pointless endeavors
of the trapped cage in chest that
still needs an escape.