as reality and fantasy fight.
The fetus of my imagination is hopeless
against the bully that is loveless.
I turn to one side and curl into a ball
as fantasy takes a fall.
Let me sink into the comforter
so that I may feel comfort.
My roommate moans in her sleep-
at least she will wake from her nightmare.
No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to escape mine
and I am not even asleep yet.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
I lose my body to the other side twisting in the sheets-
I've been looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I want my cocoon to birth me again and make me a beautiful butterfly.
Heart pumping faster
blood to every inch of my body.
I wriggle around my haven, reality takes a hit.
It is too warm to be Heaven, fantasy falls again.
When I realize the fetus dies there is nothing but silence
and I scream.
