It’s happening again
The ground opens up and starts to cave in
Tears streak the pillowcase and the fog is heavy
Please get up
I’m begging you to write it down , run away
Scream at the top of your lungs
Just please move
Why don’t I put up a better fight ?
Or is it existential dread?
The comforter becomes a thick layer of earth
Sprouting blades of grass above me as
I fade back into nothing
And wait for the flowers to bloom again