Deep

deep deep deep below... My size has become so small; like a newborn child seven months premature, almost loosing his life to the cold chill that is a hospital room, to weak to cry to announce his name. so small... Hands like flower petals, that easily bruise when touched. Enjoying their fragrance; for it smells like untouched youth that has been forgotten. deep deep deeper below... In my mind I am laying curled up, so each body part is connecting, so I may gather warmth and be at comfort with myself. But I am displayed to be sprawled and uncaring, my eyes are numb for they are tired of seeing the ordinary; tired of trying to make appealing a mere piece of cloth; not allowing the light to be permitted through the window. deep deep so deep below... I have been slowly sinking into my bed, feeling the sheets floating against my skin; having their affair with my body as it caresses me, for I am not in focus with my senses to know what's going on. I have let myself dumb down, for it is more peaceful that way. deep and deeper the pills go down deep below there is no sound below myself I could not see now hush away for I shall sleep.