Cobwebs for eyes
and a cotton ball tongue.
I can't see what everyone else does
and even if I did,
how could I tell you
it hurts?
No one ever expected my buried body
to climb back out of the grave
I dug for myself.
No one ever expected my blackened lungs
to draw breath again,
to breathe the air that smothered me.
Twisted claws
gnashing teeth
slimy scales
And when I wake up
I finally see
that the nightmare
was always me.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Cobwebs for eyes
and a cotton ball tongue.
I can't see what everyone else does
and even if I did,
how could I tell you
it hurts?
No one ever expected my buried body
to climb back out of the grave
I dug for myself.
No one ever expected my blackened lungs
to draw breath again,
to breathe the air that smothered me.
Twisted claws
gnashing teeth
slimy scales
And when I wake up
I finally see
that the nightmare
was always me.
When I was sick last week, I couldn't sleep and I wrote down several lines with different themes that I was probably meaning to expand into several poems. My head was really fuzzy and I don't really know where I was going with any of them, so I kind of just smushed them together instead. :P
