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Mi-liminal

 

 

When I’m lucky to

Fall asleep

I dream this recurring theme-

I walk through a wall:

And instead of picking

Off the glass,

I pull out some words, bloody

And shiny, still

Raw.

 

I’m unable to sleep,

Neither on my back,

Nor face down and

Mother asks

Worried,

Frightened and finally

Alarmed:

“What is wrong?”

 

She offers to help-

“No!” I snap.

 

Leave my dreams

Alone with me:

They’re here to keep my insomnia

Company.

 

 

 

 

 

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