living and breathing

— a poem by chase klavon

emptied nighttimes make for confused mornings spent salivating over budding thoughts.

mind flowers sit idly as they too are afraid to bloom amidst the chaos

forgoing slumber to germinate in the barren mind

ransacked and destroyed

void of peace, thoughts, and of

silk dawnings that arrive in the wide-eyed darkness

my bloodshot eyes screaming to close

for they will do anything to be

taken out of the midnight madness 

where the ceiling becomes a book that is dying to be read

they scan and search and settle 

on savage thoughts

that scare even me

into staying awake until my mind can find a way to hush itself.

(the thoughts stack themselves together)

(snowballing into a monster)

(a monster that attacks the weakest parts of myself).