The open window
lets the night in.
A fevered body lies
on cold bathroom tiles.
Something breaks inside the ribs.
Images flicker
behind the eyelids.
Pain:
there, without a body
here, sweat on the skin.
Consciousness wants to be
in this body
with this nausea,
a ringing hum.
Mouth catches breath
learning the weight of flesh.
Reality comes back in waves
soothed by fainting
cut off from the world
before the spirit slips away
like a startled bird
into something without a frame.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
The open window
lets the night in.
A fevered body lies
on cold bathroom tiles.
Something breaks inside the ribs.
Images flicker
behind the eyelids.
Pain:
there, without a body
here, sweat on the skin.
Consciousness wants to be
in this body
with this nausea,
a ringing hum.
Mouth catches breath
learning the weight of flesh.
Reality comes back in waves
soothed by fainting
cut off from the world
before the spirit slips away
like a startled bird
into something without a frame.
Request permission to use this poem