The time set aside for daily rebirth
mutated and reconstructed itself
left you trapped
in a moonless portal that
even microscopic fissures
couldn’t let light penetrate.

Your eyelids sealed with glue
licked shut like an envelope.
You claw at your bed sheets
'till the blood runs from
beneath your fingernails,

imprisoned in semi-consciousness
flooded with reminiscence
you splash about like a child
satin chains wrap you to your bed
in this haunting trance.

You awaken to hail reverberating
off the window panes
with a twinge in your solar plexus
like it is now a vacant chamber
and a bone-chilling perspiration
dripping down your spinal column.

Seems as if it’s been eight years
since your head hit the pillow
but it feels like
the barrel of a revolver pressed
to your temple
thunder cracks like gunshots
for delicate ears.