1 am

1 am creeps along the bedroom walls, it moves as vast shadows cast by a navy night sky hanging above a light polluted town.   The woman is awake; 1 am can hear the fabricated waves of meditation and white noise. She would rock herself to sleep if she could wrap her arms about herself … Continue reading 1 am

Hanging Moon

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.   … Continue reading Hanging Moon

3.23am

My limbs find space and starfish, stretch into 3am, the hour slowing so it can gift me each precious minute of my restless waking. I will muscle to settle into mattress but my feather light spirit is pressed against the glass watching snow fall, listening to icy, drunken footsteps and the wheel-spin of a car. … Continue reading 3.23am

4.13am

Four hours, I'm counting. Parched throat prickled flesh.   I wish to swallow saliva 'till I drown to tear each hair root from skin to drown out the din, cacophony of thought and breathing to peel my skin until I'm shivering.   Four hours, seven minutes, still counting. Eight, dry throat poker hot skin.   … Continue reading 4.13am

Skin and Sleep

Tonight I cannot sleep, Abrasions form as my skin is  scuffed between the sheets, With tossing and turning. My skin itches, Each layer more painful than the one before, As bitten nails dig into the ivory twists Of my body. An open window, the hum of traffic And your steady breathing, As serenity slips further … Continue reading Skin and Sleep