insomnolence

my jaw is heavy my teeth feel wired shut
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary

silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now


a brief respite.





my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.

my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.
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