Poetry Collection 1.0

sleepwalker

hush.

careful, quiet

tiptoe down the creaking halls

clinging to my sanity

clinging to the crumbling walls

hush.

so as to not wake

the peaceful sleepers,

so as to not disturb

the numb oblivion

hush.

and a smile creeps

up my throat,

across my jawline

so quietly

i do not notice its approach

until it is much too late

until it has wrenched

my lips back,

baring my teeth

hush.

how true

how familiar

is this?

how real?

hush.

and i sway

under the weight

the invisible, untouchable, perhaps-imagined

burden pressing down on me

hush.

i dread the numb oblivion

i fear the peaceful sleepers

and i want so badly,

so entirely...to become them...