wake up to dream
my clock is yawning beside me. these sheets of silver keep falling from the skies and nestling us here, tucked into sweatshirts and over-sized flannel, huddled together in smoke-filled bedrooms hidden down dark hallways. these shadows are never given enough light to find their way back home, and linger idly in these dismissed spaces where we breath in their ghosts, swallow their souls and never even know the difference.
i feel so numb lately and it's not just the cold that has dulled my ragged nerves. it's as if my edges are hardening and peeling away from me, and i will metamorphose soon to reveal fresh, pink skin that is raw and aware to every slight breath of air.
i feel so numb lately and it's not just the cold that has dulled my ragged nerves. it's as if my edges are hardening and peeling away from me, and i will metamorphose soon to reveal fresh, pink skin that is raw and aware to every slight breath of air.