leaving crumbs on sheets.
can't brush them off lightly.
so leaving crumbs on sheets
typing insomnia.
leaving coins on sheets.
"Heads or tales?"
"Your call or thine?"
"What the fuck?"
It won't add up to 'owt.
counting insomnia
nailing down planks.
corpse limbs skewed
corpse hymns jagged
shattered,
mangled,
unrecognisable,
remains.
tears.
grieving insomnia
no rest in peace.
scratching stubble on cheeks,
hardly alive,
stumbling undead,
sunkenly eyes mirror
looks unkempt,
hair thinning,
haggard hangdog look,
turns the tap to cold.
adjusts feeble flow,
takes a sip,
throat's still dry.
one swallow doesn't make it summer.
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