Some people wake up on the wrong side of the bed…
I have — too many times to count.
I woke up under my bed
Which has no frame;
The mattresses are one on top of the other,
Directly on the floor.
I never liked the bed frame concept; the floor is much more solid.
I woke up under that.
Feels like it at least.
My head is pounding,
My vision is blurry,
My womb is bleeding with weeping profusion
As my oceanic eyes well up with tears that fall straight down to my feet;
They aren’t about meandering or cascading today.
My eyelids are fighting to shutter out the world
As a pain swells and recedes within my chest like a little asshole wave that the moon will not release from its pull.
I’m sure it originated in my heart,
And I can’t stop palpating the strained muscle beneath my skin.
I may have well awoken alone beneath my skin on a desolate planet in an alien solar system
Rather than under my frameless bed….
But in all honesty,
There is no damn difference.
*** You tired, Sweetums? That’s an impressive list of grievances… even for you. ***
*** [weeps] ***
*** I will be fine. I always am… in time. ***