Rosary0fSighs

His mind kneels, heart dancing his mind is dark and he tastes his heart. Persimmon sweetness, its faint undertones turning to something unknown. Restless nights greet unhappy dawns a fever crept underneath his pillow and made its home. Something moves into his spirit from above, disturbs the rush of his blood. A flood of words weighs his tongue down down So many stones in his feet, filling his bones his mind is drowned

His mind kneels, heart dancing his mind is dark and he tastes his heart. Persimmon sweetness, its faint undertones turning to something unknown. Restless nights greet unhappy dawns a fever crept underneath his pillow and made its home. Something moves into his spirit from above, disturbs the rush of his blood. A flood of words weighs his tongue down down So many stones in his feet, filling his bones his mind is drowned

My breath catches in my chest and flickers out. I howl down the corridors fluttering like the flame of a sputtering candle in the darkness. Howling smoke wreath, I reach for the crack of the windowsill. My voice aches and screams to lift the pane a perfect prism of glass separates me from home. Outside, streetlights wink so many stars and I dream of freedom. He lifts my feet onto the metal pedals it bites into the soft underside of my flesh. I steal footsteps. Cold floor, machine whirrs lyric alarm to my racing heart. Sleepy nurses snap to attention in the night, they shine their tiny laser spotlights into my eyes “Why are you awake? Get back into bed! You’re sick!” Check the tubes and IVs for tampering, crisp nods. Their pens bobbing up and down in small salutes.

Grey shadows loom in rows around my door a cluster of bruises, waiting for the moon to rise her slipknot circle into the rafters of the sky. They move in time, loose and heavy as a noose of hands around my throat. My breathing closes swallow, swallow hard shallow gasps as smudges tread their march spreading black into my room. I watch with nightjar eyes and hear with ghost-bat ears for footfall and door creak. Hallways baited with breath loaded as a gun and screams I cannot speak. Horror is cut into the bone skeleton of this home. In the dark my ears grow ears of their own. My antelope heart turns and runs. Daylight bleeds its fingerprints over the wall embers of relief ignite burning heartbeats and breaths through my chest with their slow growth and gentle crawl. The knifeblade under my pillow loses its weight as my hand falls. The spell breaks, and I lay my head down, down, in drowning sleep. A moment of death before voices waking with the day disturb and raise me from