Lately
I haven’t been sleeping so well.
My bones waxing and
Waning.
My head full of foreign voices,
And eye sockets stinging with
The metallic tang of
Exhaustion.
Hands claw wildly at thin air,
Fingertips searching for
Ghostly beings.
Limbs turn to jellyfish and
Float
languidly down the
Riverbed
Of tomorrow.