Not Ever Sylvia in My Dreams

I could be alone forever

Self indulgent.

Hiding in this closet like a five year old

The cracks on the doorframe my only light that I hide away from

Under a nautical comforter I stole off the

top shelf...

A dumb laundry bat.

A grown ass adult.

And I get that I am burying myself in my own hole

(Stop it.)

But I don’t remember why or when I dug it

(Cut it out.)

I wish this blanket was soft soil

I could pull down over me

Finally get that good

black sleep.

Does my mother

Do my friends

Make me stay awake to dig my own grave again?

_

And

How many do they need

Til they let me sleep?

12

I really do appreciate the critiques ya’ll give here. I’m still working on my other poems based on the feedback I’ve got, but I also just keep writing more.