Awakening, the fissures of my face separate.
Forcing focus in below the weight of dreams and in their space.
A frozen, fallow world awaits, beyond my hollow bed.
To wrap my body up in violent shakes
and cast my skull in dread.
I mean to bathe to cleanse myself of sleeps subtle grace.
But the chains, they hold me here in place.
So I spend one more day in cotton grave, another day erased.
One more day fully encased, another memory effaced.
And I will not, turn the key. Unlock these chains, set free.