was down in the darkness

i was down in the darkness
where they threw me / i lay
still slumped unmoving with
bated breath waiting for
the fractures to heal. the
voices came to me like insects
unknown to any science, at length
explored my wet nostrils where their
legs made stems and tubes and gel-
filled articulated straws knotted
up like rhizomatic bondage ropes and
it was only a few quick metamorphoses
later that they were starring in a lesser-known luc besson film.