The Night Talks • Vents

virus

being shut in
its suffocating
like a noose
from one tree to other
hang me like a hammock
i just want to breathe
i want to feel warm air on my skin
the pulsating anger
as others hustle around me
but im trapped
and my blood is pushing outwards
my skin aches with memory
of the homemade tattoos
stressed depressed and anxious
i cant focus on the important things
my body refuses to get out of bed
unless i need food
bathroom
or him
otherwise i lay
restraining my body in sheets
wishing nothing more
than to stain my purple sheets
a dark black brown