velvet wraps around me
clinging to my every curve,
filling the empty space.
the sound of clicking comforts me
as everything falls into place once again.
tapping the side of my bed
counting my sheep.
days are merely continuous
with rest being the only separation.
i've lost all sense of time.
swimming in a pool
i see the four angles
on the walls that surround me.
the fabric grips onto my skin
and begins to chafe.
constricted, i follow the only path i know.
farther and farther i stare
into the faint glow of a flashing screen
sitting for hours till the she spins again.
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
