Lungs

PASS THIS BOTTLE AROUND THIS FIRE UNTIL IT BURNS TO COALS
SWING AND STUMBLE THROUGH THE NIGHT UNTIL WE FIND THE FLOOR
OH GOD. YOU’RE FACE. HOW DID YOU PASS THE NIGHT?
THEY'VE EATEN YOU ALIVE
CRAWLING OUT MY SKIN
KICKING THROUGH THE FLOOR
DIGGING UP THE GROUND
BLOWING OUT MY LUNGS
DOG IS FRANTIC. LET IT GO OUT INTO THE TREES
AS WE SLUMBER DEVILS COME. GORGING ON THE FEAST