..couldn’t sleep..

I couldn’t sleep. For the first time in months I felt alone. Dry, pale, yellow, dying. I was suffocating with the blood in my throat. I saw the bridge, but refused to cross it.

The seconds dragged by like a trail of muddy ice cubes on my chest. I could not touch them. They crawled. They happened.

Nothing.

Leashed with hope I bled.

Nothing.