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Terror Sleep

& because I could not sleep I forced myself to shut eye & imagine a butterfly but the monarch remained mystery & instead some winged thing smearing gray-white came fluttering & I thought fuck me is that a moth well might as well be Woolf-noise siphon to signal one zombie spirit blaring on speakers 
Woolf-static tap to signal zombie spirits deafening sleep slipped out window
while I am left
in mystery of black surrounded by deeper black a car passing drags the ear & then
falling silence
the terror of a singular heartbeat, how many do I have left thump thump goes
something night
thump thump went something seconds ago— an anticipation of another fracture, men desperate to kill each other & war is ever near rocks in pockets stone piercing hrt I did not want die not for you & your senseless horror I imagine burning all my credit cards getting dirty in the deceit of debt

1 thought on “Terror Sleep

  1. Wow the musicality you’re using to describe horror and terror are really churning a mean brew! These poems keep getting awesomer and awesomer!

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