while I laid there
the sheets came undone
entangled in the nightmares
I was woken up by thunder.
the eyelashes
struggled to
move apart
I found I was just laying
alone
in the sheets
cold
and the room was darker than your eyes.
I had nightmares in which
your stare pierced more than any weapon
but it was vacant, drained.
how can I tear apart the fiction?
it's inside me
it's eating me
the frustration
the fear
it takes decades
to build an empire
and it takes a man
to bring it down
my chest struggles to breathe
I try to put the covers back
in place but I can't sleep
anymore; I was woken up
by the thunder
in my head
it rains
all the time