Closing eyes, opening consciousness, shift of reality

This cold lifeless season filled with folklore haunts Me
The feeling gets stuck in my bones
Hides and often resurfaces
Like finding yourself humming a carol you heard yesterday


Horizontal with the Earth beneath My body, Eyes opening like a dumbwaiter
Sleep paralysis
Dreaming and an imagination running wild have become indistinguishable experiences
The grip tightens

Months without a kind touch, My eyes are eternally closed to the external world
I can feel my body restricting the airways and carotid arteries of your body
I can read the sweaty, straining, panicked, feeling like body language braille
I can see against my eyelids the room of future endings, it's walls are not bare

On the walls are reflected flashing lights from outside, pouring through the windows
While warm dampness drips and slowly coagulates
A single sentence hastily written before departing
"We had a pact, it's your turn now."