Incapable (Second Draft)

As I awake in a dream I see

silence, calmly sedated into a

wordless rhythm. Perhaps

none of this is happening.

The very muscle of my eyes hums

With an impulse; to open, to fathom,

but the world is tampered by fools.

Therefore my left eyelid fossilizes,

As my smile crystallizes.


While I stay awake, I stumble

into the woods. My toes submerge

into a society of poisoned mushrooms.

They shine with a kind of darkness

that makes the tree bark rot

with elegance. Dying, just like my skin

that’s been prickling to shed.

Forever tempted, to become part of

A non-existent wonderland;

a place where the air I breathe

is no longer mechanical,

but you never know.


I fall back into the nightmares. As of

now, the disturbing sun sizzles

on my withered lips, forcing them to part,

forcing out broken syllables

from my broken heart. Plumbing

dignity out of my stomach—

but never my pain. I

am too greedy to be satisfied.


So as I sleep, soundly and bewilderingly,

I wish I was never born.


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