Dr. Seuss

If I were put into a grand vice, a humongous grip that squeezed me to a pulpish mass, how could I describe it?

Vices. Cracking.
Elbows. Buckling.
Muscles. Swelling.
Suffocating.
Dented, concave, blotched with cramp
Enamel of my teeth turn black.
Back to front and yellowed fat
Sweating through this cough attack.

Squeek, burst, kink, stare, ring, gurgle . . . h h h h. K.

ew. Never again.