the pendulum princess taps her pen on the desk
as the dogs whimper in their sleep
and the trees wrap themselves in the witching-hour starlight
the silence suddenly seems so frantic
i swear
i can hear my skin shrinking
the wind slithers over the roof
whispering through the moon beams
in hopes of finding someone to snuggle up with
at least i'm not the only one who's sick of sleeping alone
my body no longer feels like home
my bones creak like splintering floorboards under stubbed toes
my head's busy running in circles of constant contemplation
*am i awake
or am i dreaming?
was that a sigh
or am i screaming?*
buzzing like a firefly
trapped between a ***** countertop and a frosted beer mug
three weeks of bed rest
(and counting)
and all that's grown stronger
is my understanding of exhaustion
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
the pendulum princess taps her pen on the desk
as the dogs whimper in their sleep
and the trees wrap themselves in the witching-hour starlight
the silence suddenly seems so frantic
i swear
i can hear my skin shrinking
the wind slithers over the roof
whispering through the moon beams
in hopes of finding someone to snuggle up with
at least i'm not the only one who's sick of sleeping alone
my body no longer feels like home
my bones creak like splintering floorboards under stubbed toes
my head's busy running in circles of constant contemplation
*am i awake
or am i dreaming?
was that a sigh
or am i screaming?*
buzzing like a firefly
trapped between a ***** countertop and a frosted beer mug
three weeks of bed rest
(and counting)
and all that's grown stronger
is my understanding of exhaustion
doctor ordered dillusions.
