Her body is a milky haze
Moving slow motion through the waves,
Brambles crowd her mouth
Tongue caged by teeth that now prickle and bite.
Frustrations stick to lungs in clumps,
Coming back up, vile green,
Every breath a shaky occurrence.
Cannot unwind the cobweb fog her head has become
Eternal listener, augmented whispers,
Wake in the night, cry out,
She cannot hear.
Cotton replacing ears
Lips sewn shut in a mortuary style
Eyes of glass gaze back.
I think I’ll go to sleep for awhile.
Woolgathering 