Skull of a Hermit Brain

With one massive breath she was drawn within me
Tunneled through my mouth
A soothing delivery to Hell
Dry gasp
Impossible to swallow from the head first
Eyes rolled and hands shaped to slaughter
Beaten and erased from the inside out
Plague the brain and disable
Plague the blood pump and disable
...and then there was two of her
My eyes could only see one shadow as sunlight dimmed

There is an ice pick after the smile
There is an ice pick when I swallow
Brain matter has been frozen
The blood pump is an inversion
Yet the body will move on as the heart remains in trance
A skeleton has been frozen
There will be no anabiosis
I would rather slit my throat than inhale again