melissaahowells
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when what I long for is oblivion.
too warm to sleep
the covers
an anaconda
crushing me.
I've been up thinking
the thoughts about
the world. the thoughts
intrude like wasps.
cannot swat them away.
wonder to myself when it
wasn't this way. when
nights were bliss. when
I lay down and could clear
my mind of this: all that screamed and
hissed during my day.
courting the sandman and letting
him stay was once so easy.
or easier.
now its a
duel of...
mindfulness.
finances.
white noises
violences.
silences.
mass-murdering sciences.
solitaire.
or the world crowding
and dealing itself in.
sanity balances sometimes
on a pin.
when what I long for
is
oblivion.
Copyright September 8, 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells
Meloo straight from her
Tilt-a-World
5:47 am.
the covers
an anaconda
crushing me.
I've been up thinking
the thoughts about
the world. the thoughts
intrude like wasps.
cannot swat them away.
wonder to myself when it
wasn't this way. when
nights were bliss. when
I lay down and could clear
my mind of this: all that screamed and
hissed during my day.
courting the sandman and letting
him stay was once so easy.
or easier.
now its a
duel of...
mindfulness.
finances.
white noises
violences.
silences.
mass-murdering sciences.
solitaire.
or the world crowding
and dealing itself in.
sanity balances sometimes
on a pin.
when what I long for
is
oblivion.
Copyright September 8, 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells
Meloo straight from her
Tilt-a-World
5:47 am.