The bed.

I woke from the pills.

Fists thrusting into the thick

negative space above me.

Oxygen depleted

air like a slab-

floral foam.

 

The rampage of drowning.

 

I had not learned to breath.

Did not know:

we all here have insomnia-

and they where dancing

sleepless in the cafeteria

I danced differently.

It put me on the street at 3am.

Swimming like a bastard.

-jesse bercowetz