From the Depths of the Night, Alone

Dreams of tornadoes and lightning and old friends and water everywhere

the air is filled with moisture, as it has been for days, and sticks to my skin

everything I touch in this house is damp, everything under my fingers or toes

I don't think about you until I can't stop myself anymore.

You know we all want to let go. You know I wish I'd been that for you, that fearless, part of you there, part of you somewhere, a place where you'll never let me go.

I want these pieces of myself to disintegrate and cease

I want me to be less, to feel less, more bones and less skin.

Dreams of it never being me, always everyone else. I am just a bystander.

Dreams of me sinking.