Death Dream

It was dawn and the kitchen light was still on,
I stepped in and found a suicide asleep on the floor
An open mouth, screams and makes no sound
Apart from the ring of the tinnitus of silence
You had your ear to the ground

White noise.
I don’t know if there’s breathing or not,
Butterflied arms, tell me that this one has flown
Blood seems black against the skin on your porcelain back
A still life is the last I will see of you, my painting of a panic attack

You died in my sleep last night

Death dreams I don’t forget,
It’s been a while since I dreamed this
Even now when I sleep I tread with care