Dreaming Too Vividly Lately

Weird

friend: "If any girl likes Monty Python, she's a keeper"

me: "Girls like Monty Python! I like Monty Python!  I listen to my parents records of them."

friend: "Elsa, look at you, compared to any normal girl."

me: "Oh. Right"

When the Going Gets Tough...

Cold

The creeping stench of body and too too too much
treadmills me to that place I sleep.

I let the lack of location seep into the
paranoia creeping into the cold back corners of my brain
as I lie awake in bed running my fingers over my scraggily ripped rib cage.
Tiny ridges form a mountain pass to steep and
I plunge off the rib and into the abyss of my stomach. Fuck I'm still not asleep.

My eyes are puffy as if my body is telling me to force them closed,
And I surround myself with glass,
perpetually gnashing my teeth
so I wake up with scars on the inside of
that dreadful dark cavity, my mouth.

I feel the chills,
and no not the chills of superstition or a bad prediction
but a hair raising sensation satiating every pore
until the cold becomes so situated on my skimpy corpse
that I surrender.