I feel like I'm drowning on sand.
I'm weighted down, can't breathe it seems.
I don't quite understand how I spring leaks,
When I feel as if I'm mummifying,
Muscles
calcifying.
Brain seems to obtain more holes,
Caverns and
tunnels I hardly know where they go--
Except further down into the dark,
Down through the tree trump I spiral out,
My how the lights all seem to go out,
All over
dear broken Wonderland.
I wake in the night to my cats' paws
Stabbing my
ribs and breasts
As
if my familiar is stabbing
Deep holes,
Jabbing
quick and hard,
As if
wooden stakes are missing
Their marks.
I dark not drink, as if my subconscious
Is trying to hold off the inevitable fact that I'll become
cement;
I already crack with each thwack my life brings.
Mind and body.
Body, mind.
Soul?
I fear she may have flown.
Wake me,
this stasis has me gagging, gasping.
Can we just halt the clock a minute,
The second-hand stutter in my palm
As I search
for the answers?
Back through to the other side of the mirror where a hint of
me awaits?
I know she's sitting there,
A smirk waiting hidden in the corner
Of her
lips.
