Hours swell into a crash
along the shores of my stomach
before withdrawing once again
Shifting symptoms to sickness.

The bathroom is eager to greet me
with compliments; saying I breathe
In perfect tone and cadence
while the door frame attacks the ceiling.

Thoughts carry me away to a room
to hear the world's whispers
there are no windows in this cave
where I am held hostage to laughter.

‘never be anything you’re not’
I tell myself in complete comfort
while the stars whisper my name
from the reflection of my eyes in the mirror.