I want to sleep a sleep that lasts for months—
Four months to be exact. And when I dream,
I want to dream of darkness and to hear only
Breaths being taken in. But even then, rest
Is intangible. You live in my neck and are
Always pushing your way north. You pull
My hair and dig your claws into my scalp just
So you can invade my thoughts—they are taken
Off guard as they surrender and the pictures
Behind my eyes fade from black to images of you
That are so vivid I can feel your hand upon my cheek
And hear the tears cracking your composure as you
Whispers How I bring your dreams more promise
For a better future then you’ve ever had before.
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