The Wake

This gross thickening feeling
Collecting in my stomach
At my base,
I feel weighted down
She gives off a stifling musty air
Suffocating
My short little breaths
I do not want this
Pain in my legs
Below my waist
Tingle in my wrist
Disdain for my face
A reflection I can’t touch
A girl I couldn’t name
She swarms around me,
With her bony little fingers
Wrapped around my hair
Pulling back with ease
The strands slip through her fingers,
Coming out in clumps,
They fall loosely to the floor.
I stand abaist
Reflected in a frigid mirror,
Emotionless, cold
My head feeling like my soul exposed
Breaking points hang loosely in the air
And I’m just dangling
Waiting for my thread to break
It bends from my weight
A bruised discoloration of the skin
Fragile limbs,
Hang from a vaporous body
Effortlessly
The uncomfortable determination
A cold, like I’ve never known
Shakes me hard and forces me
To spill
A fluid melody
Everything I touch
Stain a dark hue of red
The heat,
It burns
Melting the words that left my lips
They took my breath with them
A soft choking sound is all I am
Gasp for just a little taste
Of her bony hands to twist around my waist
Follow close inside her foot steps
The control,
Diminishing
The harrowed look
Flickers from her eyes
Incinerating any will to survive