°° Muddy Mood

Breath of the death between my cheeks,
Blows my teeth, and I can’t speak,
Tongue out of my throat,
Eyes tied to the window,
Cruel position bruising my neck.

I should stop thinking they said.

Hug my soul and say goodbye,
Go through my brain with muddy shoes,
Put my dirty hands on every wall,
Sigh,
Come back disturbed by boring world’s clues.

I should stop dreaming they said.