Her Fever Dream

eyes close

flutter open in a wicked craze

then close

I am tired of living

and why should I love again

it is sent but not returned

written and spoken but never kept inside

lost in translation, there is no confirmation

miserable silence

and I wonder if I’m wasting my breath

on someone who’s blind to my sight

trading images for love, so it’ll never be

as if we truly know each other, and if

I’m simply a means to an end

then I shall end, completing your fever dream