MY ORANGE ANGEL

Overwhelming thirst consumes my soul, my eyes blister with salty sweat,
To breathe is a brutal battle, engulfed in a tarnished sea of air and decay,
Hair locks fuse to my face, flies and mosquitoes murmur their intentions,
Chills slither down each follicle – between my soaked garments and bare feet,  
Wounds fester and become infected, inflame their fury on my every sense,
My bile boils inside with the taste of my lips, hammering behind my eyes,
I sit in my own spoils; a soft place to forget the perforating splinters,
The venomous bisque stares patiently, calculating my thoughts, my anxiety,  
No tears now, just blood…sadness displaced with unfound capitulation.
My life is lost, all those years…my mind wanders to my children, they’re my babies.
Charlie is still with me, though; his stare confounding, planning his next move,
His scent has disappeared and so has his smile…replaced with disappointment,
The flood water tickles his exposed ankles – defiling his wanting soul…
Our sharpened axe lies in fiberboard rubble; the catacomb prevailed over fruitless attempts,
The stale atmosphere consumes, no exit for me, from myself...the guard stands watch, 
My wooden coffin becomes more and more appealing; I’m going to give in soon…
Gasping for life again, one more, just one more…my muscles seize and let go,
My entrapper teases me with reflections of my past, Charlie watches over me,
Drowsiness, my spirit desires rest, removal from this torment, my watery grave,
The sky becomes a sudden blue; my angel has arrived; to take me away from this,
Secure from the storm’s sinister verve, lifted to safety, my limbs lifeless,