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Biting Sheets
That bitch of shadows
comes stalking in my sleep
and hungrily my stomach churns
in empty sympathetico
She's nailed her pinball flippers
to my eyes
and is racking up the score
just to relish
all her squirming replays
Her frenzied kingdom dances
without rest
sneers as she pirouettes
with pillow tumbling
twisted earthquake smile
prising fingers from my ears
her nagging story unabridged
and I must listen
though every word would wake the dead
like breaking hailstones
carving storms of memory
to unleash Armageddon
and play it in my head
Published 14th Dec 2009
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
14th Dec 2009 1:13pm
i like it a lot,thats some description of a particular 'she', the words in this piece unfurl just like a dream does.Lovely one A.
14th Dec 2009 5:14pm
14th Dec 2009 6:49pm
15th Dec 2009 5:43am
Thanks Celine - not much magic about insomnia but it does have it's terrifying aspects.
