Sometimes I wonder
which would be better:
death or insomnia?
Because I cannot
withstand the in-between.
Cold nights tumbling
in and out of dreams.
Dreams of dying,
dreams of living,
dreams of running
toward a hanging moon;
taking the rope
from around its pale withering neck
and binding my wrists
to the ground.
I want to lie eyes open
or forever shut
to worms, nightmares
and the shadows
which linger;
fingerprint silhouettes
of people I used to know,
of people I used to love.
I’d like to look you
in the eyes and smile
all night,
or never again,
at all.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Written in response to this week’s Free Thought Thursday – Insomnia.
I want to lie eyes open
or forever shut
to worms, nightmares
and the shadows
which linger;
fingerprint silhouettes
of people I used to know,
of people I used to love
Exquisite imagery.
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