Bottle in My Throat
There’s a bottle in my throat
I don’t know how it got there
But I can feel it there
suffocating me
constricting me
I can’t breathe anymore
and while I’m slowly dying
Doctors in lab coats
watch me as I cry
for help
Why won’t you help me?
My vision’s going black
as they answer
the question
"There’s nothing wrong with you."
Can’t they see the bottle’s neck
within my own?
Can’t they see it’s unnatural?
Or is the bottle invisible
and it’s my imagination?
Maybe it’s better
that I drop dead
and they’ll be
clueless
as to why.