They're gathering
Theses shadowed dwellers
from places that hurt the eye, to peer into
They twist and writhe in my throat,
stabbing their sharpness into my brain
merciless, unfeeling.
What banishes such indomitable spirits?
sleep? postpones their march
Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 9:53 PM UTC
They're gathering
Theses shadowed dwellers
from places that hurt the eye, to peer into
They twist and writhe in my throat,
stabbing their sharpness into my brain
merciless, unfeeling.
What banishes such indomitable spirits?
sleep? postpones their march
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