Lazarus

WAKE UP.

and I did.
my eyelids peeled open like the skin of a fruit. peeling skin like a dead layer of scorched earth. stretching and snapping. awoken from the deepest sleep you've ever fallen into.
raised again like Lazarus from the dead, eyes struggling to focus while the light pours into pupils like a mouthful of blood washed down the drain.
catapulting straight up and finding yourself in a ninety degree angle, arms outstreched grasping for a whisp of vanishing sanity. evaporating like smoke from my mouth. from your mouth.

tack up. bleed dry. left empty.