Nonsense

monday has come and gone but sunday stayed behind to sleep in my bed.

i’d been flipping back and forth from genesis to jacob unsure if i wanted to be reminded of birth or rebirth.

once my body stopped screaming for comfort my mind began taunting the pain. why hadn’t i checked out yet? how many layers of deceit will life uncover?

he’d laid everything out pretty clearly. visual reminders nailed to the walls undermining the cross.

the man in my bed couldn’t tell i was numb. he wouldn’t look at me. i still can’t let anyone touch me. it’s so far past foreign i don’t see the way back.

there’s a mid-week fairytale approaching and i use it to get me through to the next sunday, the one where he’s not forcing himself on me just as i fall asleep.

till then sleep is a dream.