fireflies and city lights

pull me into a lullaby

illuminating the asphalt

as the road awaits the sun

my head sinks into a pillow

and a million other skies

hands transcend into tranquility–

i am another midnight cloud

allow the quiet to embrace you

as you’d do for a friend

let the respite wash over your skin

(worry not, it’s okay to digress)

my, such an outlandish fantasy

to dream of a peaceful sleep

of the autumn breeze visiting

to brush its color on my cheeks

there is only stupor’s winter

and it refuses to leave my chest

i am weighed down by the ice,

my body is swallowed into the snow

turning me lethargic, and so

i await for the cold to transform

into an ocean–a great abyss

into a ‘something better than this’

so i begin to float, an empty husk

like all buoyant things do

my eyes begin to drift away

to morpheus’ whereabouts

(or somewhere else, i would not know)

they stray

still i yearn, despite how hapless

for a good night's sleep today

i hope that you too rest well, darling

good night, good night, good night.

how fervent, it aches

scrunching my stomach in feral fists

capped into toxicity;s bottle -

it’s been a while, darling.

i’ve forgotten what tepid feels like

all i am stuck with now

is an incandescent fire hungry

for flesh, for bones, for a heart to burn

and icebergs the size

of everyone’s shadow towering over me

so i combine them

only to be struck that

it has made two extremes ferocious

craving an explanation, a devastation

intensified, i’m terrified

they consume me alive

numbing my lungs and body

staining my lips of bruises’ shade–

i’ve forgotten what tepid feels like

the cork refuses to leave, no

glass expanding, more space to drown in

somebody help me

i am a shipwreck (or rather,

the remains of it) in a bottle

rattled, my mind a salt shaker

sometimes just the shaker

sometimes just salt

sometimes, i dream of nothing at all