Fast Forward/Wednesday

Fast Forward

I wake up with the sweat
Of dreams heavy
On my skin

The world was ending
I saw it right outside
My window

Heaving, sighing
Too wet, too melting
Into an unimaginable nightmare

I wake up with the burden
Of earth heavy
On my back

Wednesday

I find a quiet Wednesday
I try to fill it with shoulds
They keep escaping, becoming echoes
Of a good idea

I find the quiet frightening
Quite frightening
What could be, should be, precious
I rush to kill
The killing, after all, is loud, quick
The opposite of quiet

I should...says who?
I could...but why?
I would...and yet I will
Bury the loudness
And find the quiet of
Wednesday, the voice I want to hear