Glass Table In the Sky

This is slightly surreal.

Lately I can't sleep

cause the monsters in my head

are keeping me up.

I want to say

I'm okay.

But the truth is,

I'm bleeding fire

and eating nightmares.

Every time I close my eyes

the only thing I see

is you.

But you're not,

you.

You're a monster

that's breathing water,

and bleeding air.

And you're slipping

from my grip as the

seconds tick away.

And I find that

when I'm outside

in the cold,

the nightmares tend to...

go away.

And the monsters

become my friends.

We kiss and

we hug.

And drink wine

over a glass table

that's sitting in the sky.

But like all glass

it can break.

And like my sanity

it can shatter just as easily.

So with the little strength I have left

I'll make a pretty face and say I'm fine.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Shawn M]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE SAID SHE WAS BLEEDING FIRE AND EATING NIGHTMARES WHAT?! Lovely. There are some real gems in here. Love it. I like weird stuff. Now I feel less crazy for posting my Absences poem. Even though that's like a whole other level of weird...lol