Lids open with a snap
to thick, almost solid,
streams of moonlight
In the silver haze,
Black holes peer
from an alabaster face
Complete paralysis
crushes my hope of escape
every skin cell stitched to the sheets
My mind terrified,
my body tingling
with unexpected relaxation
Waves of calm roll
through every muscle
turning me to nothing
feeling as if my bones
have vanished with
the interrupted dream
The swing of a medallion
through beams of static light
My eyes swivel in their sockets
Skinny fingers snap
Everything turns to black
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Lids open with a snap
to thick, almost solid,
streams of moonlight
In the silver haze,
Black holes peer
from an alabaster face
Complete paralysis
crushes my hope of escape
every skin cell stitched to the sheets
My mind terrified,
my body tingling
with unexpected relaxation
Waves of calm roll
through every muscle
turning me to nothing
feeling as if my bones
have vanished with
the interrupted dream
The swing of a medallion
through beams of static light
My eyes swivel in their sockets
Skinny fingers snap
Everything turns to black
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