Stuck in bed
I lay in bed for hours,
Sunrise, sunset.
The weight of my body
sinking into my bed.
Imagining myself becoming -
absorbed into my beds roots.
They’d rap around me,
swallowing me whole.
Maybe I’d disappear.
This thought was peaceful.
My eyelids heavy,
skin pale, eyes weak.
I needed to unplug, become
catatonic, motionless.
To not feel myself in my vessel.
To be somewhere else.
To disconnect.
The feeling of -
not being able to leave,
to participate
to reflect.
Trapped in fatigue.
Like floating in Jello.
Like stuck in quick sand.
It pulls me in deeper.
I accept it, maybe I’ll
come out the other end.
A new me.
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