Pull the covers over me, shadows creeping everywhere, up the walls down the stairs, sits calmly in all 8 chairs

Dead of night stalk the halls, tips of hands graze the walls, one foot forward cautiously, one eye closed and one to see

One step, two, three down the stairs, grasp the rail and hardly breath, can’t quite see the space below, through the window pale moon glow

Shadows dance upon my presence, reaching out to space consuming, quickly gather this fallen boy, why are you here go back to bed

sleepwalk dream-works

What do you mean that I’m not okay, is my fabric torn and frayed, it may be I’m not right in the head, somedays why roll out of bed

if I had marbles they’d circle the drain, nothing but fuzz makes up this brain, my stiches are coming undone, snags in my limbs like hosiery runs

Stumble down, fell down the stairs

Hit head on every stair, tragically beyond repair