A sprout of instant thought. No pre-meditation allowed. Shut off and flow.
I'm still a little hazy around the edges,
A couple of ants here and there, but never really anywhere.
The nausea was horrible, I hid under my duvet for just under two hours,
Chopin soothing the worst of it.
Then it began; four hours at their most complete,
An insular soundscape with a few extra dimensions thrown in until I could only hear my jawbone humming.
I tried to put a pencil to paper, but I woke up next to what looks like a child's caligraphy lesson.
And my room! Looks like the chicken became the walking dead, crawled off the plate and then cooked itself again at the foot of my bed.
I had a blind person run their fingers across my skin,
They knew I hadn't slept comfortably.
But when I consulted the psychologist within,
He was sure I had slept peacefully.
And yes I ate five seeds, not knowing what they'd do,
But for the first time in forever I was smiling at the same time as missing you.