Ounces of it crawled out of my mouth
drawing in new life until the next climaxes out

I hold it,
a small pain dawns on me
as such a tiny thing
its quite scary

A machine beeps and brings me back to reality
to a muzzle linked to my life, my face, my reality

Inclined to fear what I cannot remember
I see only masked people five steps apart
contorted faces becoming their masks

Until the dream rippled to
only a murky beeping sound
which soon enough was drowned out too
leaving a quiet room of silent saviours.