Watercolour Sun

Woke up in the middle of the night felt it coming on half dead and sunk in dreams of a watercolour sun I felt the shape of my room change I felt my head hit the floor Woke up in the middle of the night Noticed something wrong Dropped dead into a dream of a watercolour sun I felt the shape of the world change I felt its smoke in my pores I felt the looming burn of high acidity I had been here before Sun pierced through the middle of my back cracked between the blades New forms and hollow bones breaking through the skin I felt the shape of my heart change My pupils split into four, and as my teeth fell out, I lost the will to speak Somehow I needed this more.