I can still smell your faint breathing as you
exhale your dragon like breath in your dainty room,
watching the dust particles glistens in the still air.
as daybreak creeps in through the blinds ,
like an unwanted reminder of who i wanted to be at this age,
every little follicle i imagine will be traveling through my nostril hairs at some point of time,
which terrifies more than the monsters under my bed ,
so i hold my breathe and let you digest the staleness instead..
this is something I find myself doing quite often lately ,
letting you ingest the filth that i am conscious of ,
while you slumber,
you cannot fathom the disturbing things that you’ve consumed while in this unknown dimension ,
it wouldn’t matter if I described it to you anyway ,
you rather be asleep than aware,
p.s please wake up.