Night Catches.



I seem to want to write about sleep again. An obsession with a lullaby from childhood sliding me into a helter-skelter of dreams. Into the topsy turvy where invisible arms pull me further into the upside down night. Where the sky beneath me breaks and I leap on cloud tufts waiting for the storm to begin.

I wait in silence until the lightning strikes and I am rolled in thunder to your feet. I reach out to touch you with fingers that crumble. 

I fall awake,

I cut myself on the silhouette of your memory.

All of me turns to dust. 


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