Quaked

Window open.
Shadows creep across the pale light as
sounds from outside
persuade their way in, seducing
the thin white plastic sheets that normally shield.

Can't sleep.
Mind races,
churns stomach,
twitching.
Writhing like a worm under a
magnifying glass penetrated by the sun's
unforgiving rays.

They don't stop, the legs.
The worst.
Feet kick at
demons who aren't there.
The bed feels like water--
I'm drowning,
floating,
swimming--
an endless abyss.