bed with computer on it and lights

I don’t think I should feel this

A dangerous turning inside my mind

My heart

Skipping beats

Slowing to a crawl

Head feels so heavy

Leaden as it belongs to this pillow

Soft fabric caressing my skin

If only my world weren’t a place that felt so weak

I could find some air outside this bed

But the warmth invited me in

To live a lonely existence

Of false security


By, Violet Cro