Sleep Dread

by Rania Moallem   Jul 28, 2020


I dosed myself with restlessness.

Flapping into midnights
the way fish swing into infinite nothingness.

I bounce back into myself.

It makes me sick
like boundless depths and farewell kisses.

I can't shut my eyes;
I ran off with so many dreams
on my eyelashes;
now I dread the smell of sleep.

I fear to blink again.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Lindsay

    Beautiful analogies. "It makes me sick like boundless depths and farewell kisses."

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    This hits hard!!!

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