hold

the night cannot find
the two held closely
breathing each other in.
as bodies curve and mold
and sleep rests on eyelashes
willing to fall.

safe.

insomnia, anyone?

I stayed awake till two
o’clock, tired
but not wanting to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub.

I am no Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be—
not even an attendant lord,
not even the fool.

All I have is this book
full of words that repeat themselves for pages
andpagesandpagesandpages,

and they call this book my life.

Write.
Write, woman, write
because
you must.

terror

i wake every hour
to make sure I'm still safe
trying to avoid the nightmare
in this dusty room where shadows creep...

when it's so late that it's early,
in this night with little sleep,
I fall deeper underneath.