Something quiet in the twilight
crawls towards me like a blanket.
it mumbles softly like an angry snake,
sniffing for my footprints.
Rising like a thick wet smoke,
it climbs, a vine of arrogance;
its clammy hands using my face
to pull itself into my head.
Crowded thoughts burn through my eyes
like bloated corpses bobbing in the sun;
the ocean ripping away my tears
heartlessly. I am lost.
I bite the lining of my jaws -
a drunk who can’t afford to fall.
With shallow breaths I find my way -
a blind man seeking out his bed.
©04.27.2018 ebn
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