sometimes, i get so tangled in my comforter and the darkness it brings that it is all i become.
i feel stuck underneath, taking only the shape of the crumbled fabric.
i’m drowning in cloth.
i forget i exist outside of my bed, that a version of me once got up and didn’t fear the loss of contact.
i forget that i am not one with the sheets, that i am something outside of my bed.
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 5:08 PM UTC
sometimes, i get so tangled in my comforter and the darkness it brings that it is all i become.
i feel stuck underneath, taking only the shape of the crumbled fabric.
i’m drowning in cloth.
i forget i exist outside of my bed, that a version of me once got up and didn’t fear the loss of contact.
i forget that i am not one with the sheets, that i am something outside of my bed.