Paper thin sheets

Covering me up to my neck

Start to feel heavy

As if the weight of the world

Is pressed upon

My scarred and tired body.

Droppy eyes begin to fill with tears

Casually

Like cups of water

That spill down my face

And leave hot marks

On both cheeks.

Darkness towers over my thoughts

And hastily swallows

Every bone

While I struggle 

To map my way

Out of its stomach.

Tonight seems to drag itself infinitely

And each shaky breath

Is 

A

Wound.

A wound

That skins me alive and stabs at my heart

As the loud bedroom clock

Ticks away

Each   dreadful   second