With a headful of horrors
I pack sleeplessness
into bags heavy
serried in rows sagging,
like Poe’s.
Nightmares seep through the seams
roll over, romantically,
the landscape of waking life
to fancifully fog reality
where I sit. Enrobed in blankets
in daylight
enrobed in relentless memories invented
by nighttime
blowing steam from hot tea.
Dissipating particles finely
into air
I dilute fantastical flashbacks with reality
weakened into nothing
but silent whispers
eventually I
for the day
forget.
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Words & illustration by Hannah Sinclair Emadian, 2020.
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