Alarm Clock

Mostly some nonsense.

My eardrums, pierced by a headache scimitar

Blood gushing out of my dreams

As it is shot by a reality bullet

Eyes open

I reach over, and hit snooze

The middle school gym is crowded

As I perform a bloodshot sit up

In my bed

My body, turning to the right

And planting my feet on the ground

Like tree roots curling out of the dirt

But somebody is chopping the tree down

A stump is left, and must be removed

The dirt around is cleared

And the roots are cut out

Just enough to put on my slippers

I walk down a flight of eight stairs,

Each one a different stab wound

As I prepare my coffee

And a bowl a cereal

The beeping returns

And I go upstairs to turn it off

But I know that tomorrow

It'll return, just like a movie villain