Safe at last.
My pillow in the tangled knots of an unmade bed.
Fully dressed and haphazard.
The ceilings poised and stares right back.
It begins to bend in on top of me.
The morning flurry blurs into my walls.
Alert fevers that slip away.
What a mess that i've made without even trying.
Wild days, balance beams, I carry them alone.
Sickness and quiet games in flux.
Thin skinned, thick skinned.
Sink into sleep, sweat out pipe dreams.