Wake // Sleep

by Saerelune   Jun 20, 2020


Heart beats, like a thunderstorm.
I wake with the perspiration
of being alive. Fight or flight;
I freeze, in the flurry of thoughts.
Like a wounded animal, I stare
at raven feathers, circling above me.

Dream catchers.
Mandela.
Breathe.

They're just handwoven memories,
skimming the rims of my fears.
I pull the fabric of my figments
over my chest; cuddle closer
to the woman I want to be.
Heart beats, like a lullaby.

20/06/2020
7:13 AM

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