Sometimes I see eyes in the ceiling
tumbling over my scads of clothes
and burning through to my naked body
leaving me in a state of stillborn lethargy
unable to hold a pen upright
to form sentences that mean more than
the fog scraping at the edges of consciousness

this is when I have nightmares
where paralysis alone in the dark translates
to day



so very scared of this year. how is fear anything at all? will resolve this because I am strong and decisive.