Dust Bunnies

My head is gone,

my limbs are gone,

I’m just a torso

gathering bits of dust

Bunnies in my stomach,

how do I get my limbs back,

how do I expel the dust bunnies that are packed so tight inside

How do I make myself feel something again

Plastered with sweat to my stale mattress,

baby hairs pinned to my temples by the pillow,

feet rubbing together monotonously underneath the duvet,

I finally understand the term comfortably numb,

I am comfortable here in the dark

Without limbs

Without a head

Just a torso

I am safe here

without all of this,

safer than before

There are no gaps when I’m spread out thin

I’m a wall

Just a torso

Just a wall

One that I don’t want climbed

Please leave me here,

I like it in the dark

I like the bunnies