Tortured Sleep
I lay my head down on the molded pillow.
I pull the cool blanket up under my chin.
The bed is large.
Larger than is should be.
I extend my arms and legs out to the four corners
a human starfish
and feel nothing.
The emptiness engulfs them and they are no more.
I am alone.
In the pitch black, I close my eyes and see nothing less.
I cease to move and the silence surrounds me.
Its scream is deafening.
The solitude consumes me.
The chewed remains attempt to die, knowing morning will bring with it the rape of resurrection.
I pull the cool blanket up under my chin.
The bed is large.
Larger than is should be.
I extend my arms and legs out to the four corners
a human starfish
and feel nothing.
The emptiness engulfs them and they are no more.
I am alone.
In the pitch black, I close my eyes and see nothing less.
I cease to move and the silence surrounds me.
Its scream is deafening.
The solitude consumes me.
The chewed remains attempt to die, knowing morning will bring with it the rape of resurrection.