Kristen Tejera
A bed is something to lie upon
Body like a rock
Electrified only by thought
My head’s on fire
I see myself, and think “liar”
Thoughts swirling like an electric storm
As a monsoon takes form
Crashes, turns, twists
Lashes, burns through mist
I can’t sleep
As my sorrows stay to weep
Thoughts slither
Gliding through the endless blue nether
Sliding eels make me shiver
My mind an ocean, the thoughts are long and graceful bolts of lightning
Striking, crashing, swimming
Uncensored in the glittering face of night
Electric thoughts make everything right
A soul ready to take flight
Can never see itself right in the light
Just wait for night
A halo of red has a glint
With just a hint of the malevolent
Shining off of the dull ruby of the devil’s tail
Did I do anything today but fail?
This light is glowing, sparking, glinting off my own ocean of endless night
Oh how the cold seems to bite
Do you know what they call a group of eels? They call it a bed.
A bed upon which my skull drips red
Electric storm weaving through my head