in the stifled
and diffused hours
the fiend sometimes finds him
lying restless and unaided
it smells his skin and licks
the abscesses
of collapsed tremors
on the latent shell
that is suspended
on his sheets and pillow
emptiness can drown
in stagnant pools
drifting remains
the promise and veracity
the discarded words
he sometimes resists
grasping tightly
a buoy afloat
dodging mimetic drops
the sediment that may
smother the beast
and sink him into sleep
© june 2011 heather brager
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