Eyes stared from every shadow of the room while invisible hands pinned me to the bed. I fell asleep in tears of terror and silent screams that night.
I’m having trouble tuning my coconut kalimba, but instead of getting annoyed, I decided to mix it with one of my short poems for a (hopefully) eerie effect.
then I awake in fear.
There was a song
that once was my climactic point
of the night.
I’d sing, drunk and wouldn’t care, I wasn’t
even there. And it was good.
The same song,
everything with it:
I know now it’s a sad song,
I’ve known it too long
to be happy.
It signals my retirement
to bed. Intoxication, my sandman.