Poetry 7.1

Lie still like a doll,

the soft mattress and sheets cradle the body like a shield,

remain perfectly motionless

allow the dust of time settle like snow

frost over the form and swallow into nothingness

Peace to the body is no peace to the mind

riddles of dread seep out like an infection

disturbs the comforted heart turn it twist it restless

The world is swallowing me and I can’t catch my breath.