Paper Swans (13th June 17)

My eyelids flutter
Like sails
Of a ship
Floating  
On a calm  
Midnight sea.  
 
I drift in  
Gentle wind
And waves
Trying to
Navigate
Back to life.  
 
If I open
My skin
My scars
Paper swans
Of red  
Fly away.  
 
What is left?  
Just words
And whispers
That will  
No longer keep
Me awake.