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.