my eyes scrabble in the darkness
wide and darting
a slick of sweat upon my brow
whispers tickle the edge of my ear
I can’t remember when last I spoke
my throat is parched, I swallow
grey smoke twists and curly cues
scratches ‘neath my eyelids
what was that?!
I hold my breath, I still hear breathing
a great exhale but it wasn’t me
why am I laughing?
but there’s still no sound
shadows crawl inside me
my tongue lays flat
I try to lift it from my throat
a weight upon my entire body
yet I’m floating
it’s cold in here, far too frigid
my arms lay wrapped around my chest
something slinks along my thigh
help me… someone… please help
tara caribou | ©2020
I honestly don’t remember writing the rough draft of this. Something I found in my notes from last year.
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.