Morphazine

Connected to four different hospital beds
I hear the black-eyed angels crawling
closer
their tiny feet hammering on the ceiling tiles
like rain
pulling me out of my sleep

The god of sedation rules this place
this funny little gap between time
he serves me comforting lies
sealed in plastic tubing
to muffle their screeches
I think I’m addicted
to my deafness

I trade my dreams for piece of mind
I want to be senseless
disconnected
with his nails
digging in
my veins open and close
like weary eyes
Have I lost my sight?


Henna Sjöblom

https://murdertrampbirthday.wordpress.com/

2 Comments

Aditya · February 20, 2018 at 12:07 am

The way you wrote it is just amazing.

David Redpath · February 20, 2018 at 11:56 am

it may be a long journey
but there is warm ight
at the end
of each cold turkey

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