Steady Diet of Glass

Im sinking into sweet sleep.
You drown in my anemia.
Take this shard of glass
Stained with your image,
And free me of the nauseating twinge
Saturating my consciousness.

Chew well.
Let the glass drag against your teeth,
Gouge a hole in your tongue.
Swallow gently, and save yourself
The pleasure
Of that burnished crystal rending
Your esophagus open on the way down.

When the bruises and scrapes heal,
Ill still be maggot-filled.
While you wimper and lick your wounds,
My corpse bursts from infection.
Cry for your pain at my committal.
My throbbing, feverish existence is over.
The grating sensation never leaves,
Just becomes more mundane.