So I curl into myself
Clutching the soaked through pillow
Trying to make myself small
As much as the constraints of the this ...this thing called body and flesh I am trapped in ,
would physically allow me to

Maybe If I am small enough,
I won’t feel the all consuming space suffocating me
I won’t feel the depth of the miserable air that chokes and wouldn't let me breathe
I won’t feel the looming lonely shadow of the clockwork that wouldn't go on anymore
I won't feel the lingering light of the undead moon casting shadows

So I fold into myself ,
Desperately in an frantic yet in a futile way, funny even to shrink a nonexistent space that takes all of my mind ,
all of my time,
all while not being real ....

© myrottenpoetry_13