i fell asleep listening to your voice (that bittersweet lullaby in the night)
and woke up screaming in your haunted house
before my eyes had time to close.
hands roam around the empty space beside me,
searching, clutching the thin fabric,
fingernails digging into my skin.
stars look too much like a million eyes,
predestined witnesses as the moon paints my skin with light and darkness,
branding me a convict in my own bed.
i won’t fall asleep
looking at the night sky