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Matter of Time

Exhausted and desperate

for sleep;

staring at the

cracked and almost falling

piece of ceiling,

I lie awake to escape

the nightmares

that swoop down

to feed on my already

corroded soul.

 

I can see them

Perched and bobbing

on the effervescent

grid line;

waiting for that blink

when they can

stuka dive

in and out of my

now trembling and

pain-riddled

frame.

 

One sits swamping

my chest,

bloated but still

rapacious for more;

With gritty eyes

And ash lacerating

my mouth,

I watch as

they slumber lightly.

 

I can feel

their

ice talons.

 

Must have courage

to sleep,

for

fight I must,

as they cannot

be allowed to win;

But the chill

is taking over

and pupils are glacial.

Just a matter of

time.

 

They may feed no more.

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