DevaSTATE

His was a madness that
whispered in his ear,
soft and sweet
dream-like

a gossamer that tickled his
hair and sometimes itched,
that made him
scratch

at skin that he could
not feel beneath the
thin blanket of
spiderwebs

as he plummeted deeper into
a world the rest
of us couldn't
see


--
Three Word Wednesday - devastate, gossamer, plummet

In the moment

I stopped searching for
happiness
and chose joy instead

--

November PAD Day 6 - happy now

Smothered

At first
you felt comfortable
and cool,
an old blanket
I could
wrap myself in,
never dreaming
that one day
that familiar
embrace of fabric
would become
like the
binding of bedsheets
prolonging the
terror of a
bad dream