By Abrahim Harb
It kills me, like a poison.
Quickly going through my blood stream.
My toes begin to tingle and turn cold,
as it works its way up my legs.
It dwells inside my stomach,
gurgling and excited.
Working its way through to my windpipe,
It strangles my neck,
and doesn't let go.
The poison has taken effect,
my body is overwhelmed