I choke

On this fluid rushing through the many unsunk wells of my heart
Every chamber a spring~ Mostly of water but presently bile.

Everyday we play a game of ignorance
Sometimes to hurt
But today, to merely protect self imposed fragility.

I wish I had a map with red marks on the landmines
Better-still , could someone hand me a cloak in the parts where the dust is thickest?
I choke.