What night-time entails

It wasn't sleep Those supine hours I felt the levels, stacked Existed in two My teeth ground, skin now waxy Sclera peeled to leave red eyes Bones cold Airless heat surrounds me, limiting breath Upon waking my hand goes to my mouth Lays heavy on my face Stitches shut my lips beneath my palm Holds me in place Stroked fingertips across eyelids Epithelium gathers over empty sockets My tongue scratched from incisors Taste buds prickle seeking comfort The day stretches ahead As I fall back into place Yawn to break free from binds Blink to recoat the world