In a room.

by for the love of hank

Posted to Stories on 2004-02-08 04:38:00

In a room with little quiet. A room which slumbers restless in the sticky moonlight. In a room sheet-smothered and hollow-hearted. In a room. In a room I lay and the dust settles upon me.

I feel a waking soft-blunted depression. I feel a sinking and snickering sadness. In a room. I get up thigh-dimpled and jelly-gutted in the gruelling lamp light. I get up thick-ankled and hateful-skinned. I get up and light a cigarette and its poison tendrils wrap wreath like around my sodden-tar lungs.

Midnight knocks upon my forehead and the time I feel is humming. I feel my life crawl away. In a room.