Lidded eyes, as in the glare of sun.
Bathing in hope, even a nightmare
should be fun.
Just that sleep & I aren't on speaking terms.
.
Hanging in air, gravity a crook.
No concrete bottom in sight, far above the roof.
In a constant free fall—just slippage, no hooks.
.
My kick slices at nothing, the ceiling stares back.
A hammer drops in my skull, a bright thud, a crack.
Heart balloons & sags.
Aches eat me up, spit me out like stale snack.
.
Conversing with silence,
self talking, I speak.
Or rather mumble, one sheep, two sheeps, god, don't stress. Sleep.
&?
The cycle repeats.
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