midnight dash

The fever
enters my soul
shaking every inch of me
knocking on bones
rattling rib cage
tapping on my heart--

I fold myself into the creases of each nightmare
massaging invisible bruises against
cracked and tired hands

Eyes
clawing at mirrors
staring frantically
hoping I can see
into my soul--

Each deep brown pit
swallows hope selfishly
swallows pride almost incessantly

Running
I almost catch myself