Awaken Poem by Lipstick Casanova

Awaken

Sprawled out and branching, my tired body,
Lies heaped atop mattress and sheet,
Buried beneath blanket with face hidden in downy soft pillow.
The tiny pricks and sparks of light twinkling over the insides of my eyelids,
Coaxing me deeper still, to confront a mixture of people, places and things.
My eyes roll around my sockets, my lips stammer and twinge,
Tremoring with all I've rediscovered or felt for the first time,
The gruesome nightmares and terrors creeping from the murky shadows,
Lurking around the mist, lying in wait to pounce - I'm prey.
Perhaps another dreary day at work where the predator is unmistakably human,
And grips a trigger with their index finger,
Snarling commands before shooting up the place.
Better yet, maybe the blank slate of midnight satin will envelope me,
Composed of absolute silence in my current stasis,
That which submerses me in its thick tarry shadow of nothingness,
The same of which I encounter upon awakening and ultimately remember.
I've spent many a day dreaming of sleep, yet dreading when it comes.
When it does befall me, the twisted flashes are welcome to consume me.
My body becoming agitated with my mind,
Is twisting and churning from the inside out,
Sending sticky beads of perspiration rolling across my torrid skin
To quench the night that has become my reality.