Milk


I can hear the slow drip of milk

Drip, drip, drip

Feel pressure, heavy against my chest

I keep my eyes closed, not so much by choice

Just keep them closed

Try to orient my body in my mind

Can feel arms, hands, but not sure where to locate them

Same with legs and feet

Know that they are not where they belong

(Belong?)

More above my body than before

(Before what?)

Orient now that down is below left eyebrow

Gravity pulling blood to my head


I can hear the slow drip of milk

Drip, drip, drip

Feel it now dripping onto my right cheek

Realize that all along the drip coincided with a touch

A rhythm on my cheek

I keep my eyes closed, not so much by choice

Just keep them closed

Try to reach my tongue to my cheek to taste

Can taste that milk is blood

Wonder where the carton of milk is with concern

As if it matters


Hear sirens

Smell burnt plastics

Pounding on a window sounds miles away

Human voices, yelling, reassuring

(Save me from what?)


Sudden jolt I can only associate with fear

Hear sirens again

But from an odd distance and direction

As if the sound envelops me

Or comes from me

I keep my eyes closed; hold them closed tightly



I think maybe my life has flashed before my eyes

But realize it is my awakening. 



© Michael Lile 2016