Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Sleep Walking

The knot in my chest
is made of unfinished work
and unwritten words.

Anxiety is 
a shattered fiberglass heart,
needles through my skin.

All I want to do
is escape in sleep or art.
Danger plays there too.

Distraction is all
unconscious made manifest;
sleep for the awake.                                                                                                      

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