Shredded

It is that
SHREDDING
of that
thing
inside of me.
What is it?
I feel it running.
All the time.
Something
is being ground to bits.
What if I need that
later?
The sound of it is
horrifying.
It never stops.
It invades my dreams.
I gives me a prickely
feeling
of unease.
What is happening?
What part of me is being
eaten away at?
Oh I wish it would
stop
- at least until I
found out
what it was.
I might need to
intervene.
What if it is important?
What could constantly be
SHREDDED
but I have failed to notice
it has gone?
What if I
disappear
too?
I have a sneaking suspicion
that when the
SHREDDING
stops,
so do I.
For I have
narrowed it down:
is what is being
SHREDDED
time?