Monday, June 27, 2011

algophobia doesn't sleep.

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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