My body no longer yields to me
where in shut eyes I still strain
seeking to sleep not hearing a whisper
hypnotized
Each cavity in my skin is filled by dated cotton, threaded in sealed youth
My body falls numb as its limbs sizzles, sinks into the future
It’s too loud
In my search for the keeper of keys
my psyche seeks to amend the rot
but my frame pulls itself from the gut through the sternum, retwisted by vain
Its mutilation cries louder than my words
Fed by frenzy I fall into the pillow while it wraps around my sight