Sometimes I am confined 

A prisoner 

To my right brain

It runs like soccer moms  

Dropping off

Picking up

Pieces I collect

At the foot of my bed

Held hostage to off white edges 

& high ceilings

To break

To shatter 

To be tossed 

Tangled 

In black 

stiff sheets

The executioner 

Anxiety 

I hide under heavy pillows

Laid atop despair

Heavy weights cold 

Air restrictions

Clawing at edges

 right side 

Chunks of my mattress 

Under stinging nail beds

Bleeding cuticles 

Roll over

Stuck 

Another loss