I open my eyes
to light
that bursts through glass
shattering
window panes and
waterfalls
of blonde hair
sewn into my
eyelashes
I open my eyes
to fabric suffocating
last nights dreams
and memories made of
silk and feathers
last night I turned to water
and sunk into the corners
of my bedframe
where the dust bunnies meet
to discuss
the secrets shoved under
my dresser
I open my eyes
made of paper
prone to tearing
up and
drip dropping
on the cicadas
that so carefully
sit on the underside
of my fan blades
dreaming of upside down coffee tables
singing
radio static
into my quiet ears
twisting me into
simple chaos
awake
to light
that bursts through glass
shattering
window panes and
waterfalls
of blonde hair
sewn into my
eyelashes
I open my eyes
to fabric suffocating
last nights dreams
and memories made of
silk and feathers
last night I turned to water
and sunk into the corners
of my bedframe
where the dust bunnies meet
to discuss
the secrets shoved under
my dresser
I open my eyes
made of paper
prone to tearing
up and
drip dropping
on the cicadas
that so carefully
sit on the underside
of my fan blades
dreaming of upside down coffee tables
singing
radio static
into my quiet ears
twisting me into
simple chaos
awake
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