A poem about sleep written by a girl who needs more of it

Tue, 03/08/2016 - 20:41 -- josi

Sleep,

the faint whisper that cacoons itself in the corner of my arteries

and hatches its way into my veins, 

until, like the dead of night, 

it fills and consumes every void as far as the naked eye can see,

slipping into dimensions beyond the naked man's imagination.

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