They say I slept like
I was in a shallow grave,
Still warm, but rigid.
eyes glazed over..
I tried to wake myself up,
But as I looked down,
Chills evaporated through me.
I slept like death, my pillow
A grave stone of dreams.
Tucked in beneath the
Shallow entombment
of slumber.
Yet, upon my resurrection,
I feel like I’d never even
Sewn my eyes shut.
As sunlight seers my retina.
I walk into the light, dead on my feet..
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
They say I slept like
I was in a shallow grave,
Still warm, but rigid.
eyes glazed over..
I tried to wake myself up,
But as I looked down,
Chills evaporated through me.
I slept like death, my pillow
A grave stone of dreams.
Tucked in beneath the
Shallow entombment
of slumber.
Yet, upon my resurrection,
I feel like I’d never even
Sewn my eyes shut.
As sunlight seers my retina.
I walk into the light, dead on my feet..
