I heard the sounds of what were laughter and expected the door to slam off the hinges.
The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself:
Nothing can hurt me, nothing can hurt me.
The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach.
Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow that radiates from the alarm clock on the nightstand.
Hands are gripping me, the sheets are twisted.
I'm suffocating, I smell nail polish.
I picture my mother out in the garden on a spring day planting new strawberry seeds.
The Earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers.
I imagine my life as a princess.
Nothing can hurt me, nothing can hurt me.
It's 5:47 AM and the sun looks as if it's about to defeat the night sky,
A battle between good and evil that rages on through centuries unnoticed.
My nightgown is tangled above my hips.
I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood.
Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes.
I try to stand up but the weight of the world buckles my knees.
Nothing can hurt me, nothing can hurt me.
The dawn breaks and this veil of secrecy I carry around is about to melt.
Something in my vein explodes,
And i realize,
I'm not looking at a portrait now.
We're all living in it.
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