Half full of water, lapping

Clogging up my breath

There is a tide inside me.

It’s drowning out my brain… how to breathe?

It’s filling me

Each breath, choking

Sloshing lungs

Am I still asleep?


sleep aid

what does my heart detest, this
whirling, weeping mess?

I feel the sleep-chalk draw its lines
the crumbling towers, cursed vines
my time is almost done.
I can’t continue to run.


One day soon my bones will dissolve

The tension inside will relax and resolve

I’ll breathe out some sparks and light up the dark

My hunger pangs ceasing as my rib cage departs.

Someday soon my pain will end

Each muscle releasing the screaming within

And every candle glowing in my blood

will rival the stars again.