Woke Up Feeling Like a Rag Doll

Awoke to the same sounds, same signs

Reaching for devices to be notified

Same wind, same air

Same buzz through my head and urge to buzz cut my hair

Same gaps, same holes, same plastic static through my head and plot holes

As time warps, and i recall yesterday

And its ever-evolving tellings in my head.

The veracity of the deluded narrator who chases mirages for a living

Who exists in a glass globe of sticky vapor, humidity clinging to my goose bump, melting skin

A particular whiff of ever-present today

The sloppy thickness of hours and kisses of seconds, passing as I lay in these sheets,

Buried deep within my own skin, feeling lumps of fat and the hard backbone of my being

Slug-like centipede, barely lucid

Drunk on the air of today, fermented in the stench of inertia

Wisp of sunshine, forces elusive

Lifting me by my toes and reconnecting nerve endings to skin

Just so I feel real again, and not just a being within.