a slow buzz.

A slow burning buzz
Fills my ears and my groin.
The plane is stabbing my neck.
I will never be at peace again.
The slow shifting white noise
Cuts up my insides, and
Clips every nerve at the base.
The patterns are nauseating.
Every smell of the room tugs
At the pit of my stomach.
The recycled air
insults my lungs, and incites
Slime to grow on my tongue.
This isn't life.
This is the hospital waiting room.
This is the Airport Terminal.
This is the Plane.
Hell is the the time you wait
Hoping there is a heaven.
Hell is perfection in control
This is hell.
At least there is free WiFi.