Anxiety is a frequent visitor in my sleep
Sharing my bed as I cringe before nighteyes
She clings to my hairy body and seeps through my pores
Crinkling my spirit as my rickety mind
shatters into a jigsaw with missing pieces.
Anxiety is a frequent visitor in my sleep
A chill that blows over my sweaty chest,
a glass of salty water running through my sinuses
Beneath her robe is a spotlight, poking my orbs.
Under its light, there I stand fully clothed yet naked
She blows the sand off my eyes
And drowns my lullaby with her snore
She brings with her the nightmares of
who I am and the ghosts of who I am not
Hers are the bedbugs that feast upon my brain
And the mosquitoes that swarm my ears
With their irksome hum amplifying into a
tremor that rattles my conscience.
04 January 2002
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