Poems · writing

In The Night

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.

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