Thursday morning is unreal-really...

I'm in a
Thursday morning
state of mind-

Dizzy and giddy
with exhaustion-

Laughing at
silly things-

just to-try-
and untangle-
this damn-
knot.

It coils-
and writhes
inside my stomach.
like a restless snake.

The edges blur-
I'm numb-
play it calm-
torn up-
blast off-
like a rocket-
jets hot-
a fury-

Nothing but a
blank-
stark-
canvas.

As I drift-
into a dream-
others fall into-
My worst nightmare-

Reality.

The Living Wraith

Bleeding from this breaking heart,
the storm whirls inside her head.

Memories linger there,
cloying as the scent
of stale perfume.

His eyes haunt her dreams,
ethereal and transient- flickering-
in and out of her awareness-
like the wavering flame of
a guttering candle.

She longs for the day
when her thoughts are not
so heavy-and the echoes of-
happy laughter-cause no tears.

Until then, she loses herself-
in the grey uncertain land-
somewhere between reality-
and the things she'd rather forget.