Shiny bugs crawl under my white bedsheets each time I drift off to sleep,
They bite my thumbs and suck my blood, they scratch my aching feet.
Their wings buzz in cacophony when they circle my lifeless form.
I am surrounded by their haunting songs, I am trapped in a cage of orbs.
No, I cannot leave the dream unfinished, I cannot make myself wake up.
The bugs crawl up my chest and arms, their legs feel strange, so sharp and rough.
My thoughts twirl in-between the winds, begging for a middleman,
A single soul that could assist me with crossing these two burning lands.
But I end up trapped in this frozen silence, alone in my infested bed.
Bugs climb my hair like stairways, hissing like they have not been fed.
I cannot move, I cannot kill them, I watch them claiming my dark soul.
Their night terrors turn me into a pale illusion of someone whole.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 