The shades of night envelop the room is darkness, save for a silvery glow
that swathes my body.
Looking to the left my eyes avert reality. The tension in my body rises,
in readiness. My arms are fired by red and orange strokes, reaching out
flaring in desperation.
I lift my arms, slowly one by one, I feel small pin pricks in my muscles.
Showers of probing shots penetrate the muscle sheaths.
Electricity, without pain, catapults itself through the fibres of my hair. In shock
curling strands cascade down my shoulders. Following bony outlines the blades of my shoulders remind me of who I am, the present of where I am.
Standing, solo my mind alerts to a constant drumming, trying to wake me. I turn to face the mirror. It’s hard cold glare returns my gaze.
Front on my image is stark, staring me in the face. My eyes no longer see me.
Retinas searching through eyelashess, filtered by mascara tinged hairs. Again, I reach for my hair, caught in my hands, knotted and strangled.
Freed only from this frozen moment when my gaze melts.
Too scared to look again, open eyes that are closed slits, I turn my body, my cheek raw and exposed, my chin cradled in the crook of my arm.
Hands clinging to hair, the only solace of softness I can find.
My skin aches, my face is taute.
The rising undertones of dawn crawl across the palette of early morning.
Face nestled into pillowed down I reach for the security of hair, head lifted,
eyes opening wide
sneaking, peeking.
my dream shattered by the fragility of life. Another day, saved from my demons.
Bathed in dawn’s muted hues and gentle warmth, I slowly turn my head left, again.