Fear Of Sleeping

Fear Of Sleeping



I catch awake to the beating of my heart
like a clock striking in a dark house
like a halfsmile
spread across not too frail lips
like swallowed eyes
and transparent flesh.

Pushing sleep into all things
with every brittle breath
life, where’s your fireworks now?
It bleeds softly with my heart
like my eyes finally knew
that I was fatally toward dead.

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