It holds me down like bricks are tied around my waist
and I’m sinking in a pitch black sea
My head
My back
My feet
Are glued to this mattress
and the weight of my memories,
as heavy as the cement that is tied to me,
are sitting on my chest and I cannot breathe
My eyes fill with the same water I’m sinking in,
but as soon as I cry for help
I can taste the salt on my tongue as it runs down my throat and my mouth begins to fill until I start to drown,
I cannot scream
I cannot talk
I cannot gasp for air
And the only action my cemented body can make
is to grab these sheets that are stuck to me
and pray silently to a god I don’t believe in
that they will release me
so I can try to stay awake
instead of giving way to this darkness that envelops me
Until tomorrow
where I find myself in the exact same place
I try to feel my body and this unfamiliar skin that is surrounding me like a prison cell
and my hands feel a knot tied around my stomach
and I start to wonder
What is this tied around my waist