Dream a dream of sleep for me
Wind it in a spool of thread
Wrapped in inches of deceit
Thread it through the needle’s eye
Sew along my sanity
Catch the monsters
Stitch them shut
Denial, drape me in a spider’s web
Lips tasting waning starlight
Eyelashes drinking morning dewdrops
I am still awake.















Comments
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strange saint, lame angel.
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Egad!
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Egad!
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Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage -
-Tulips, by Sylvia Plath
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Egad!
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Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage -
-Tulips, by Sylvia Plath
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