cold sweat trickles down a daybed.
and i find my teeth sunk into my fist,
captured by a haunting like no other.
it lives at night, leaving me feverish.
leaving me bare.
and you slip through the ridges of the upholstery,
bleeding through the gaps between my fingers.
it's an infinite affliction.
tapering into recovery,
then back into the harsh framework i fabricate for myself,
and only myself.
i am insomnolent by a delusion.
but i know nothing else,
this is the only corner i know to retreat to.
here i know will be the buttons of jade,
memorializing a full heart.
