'Lay back and wait kiddo'

I'm sticky
slipery

one leg juts out on the defensive
and one curls slipping under me.


Toe under the crook of my foot
head balancing on the flat of my wrist
yawn reaches my nose but my eyes are shut

open them

my scalp flakes slightly under my nails
fingers force through matted hair
I pick my scabs but everything is clean

bleed me

spit catches in my throat
lips poise to meet the cough
it's dead and still it breathes

awaken