I May Shatter

January 26, 2014

This mattress feels like my back is on top of boulders

These sheet wrinkles are like two-by-fours in my shoulders

The stinging in my eyes make them hard to open but hurt to close

My mouth like sandpaper from my throat all through my nose

My heart beat as steady as the long breaths I take

You can feel your thighs quiver as your wrists begin to shake

Fingers numb in ice burgs, but palms sweat from inferno

Stomach cringes from the drop but nothing left to show

My mind lied, imagining my neck slowly closing tightly

You would not presume that this occurs nightly

I feel my bones crack as my cells die second by second without pause

The constant strikes of pain without a cause

An alarm clock running through my head without a single snooze

The ringing I cannot stop, but my control I can easily lose

Knees and elbows as ridged as the sounds of my teeth chatter

Lips blue, skin pale, in constant fear that I may shatter

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