Sleep

I can’t sleep nearly ever.
In fact I can see much better
In the dark when everyone’s thought bubbles have popped, mine increasingly grows and floats on with other puffs of thoughts
Memories pull at my covers
Demons tug at my feet
I should’ve spent my body today
But energy tingles in waves on my skin
My mind spends its time thinking thoughts no one dares approve
Like dancing skin to skin
On top of your lips
No, I can’t sleep.

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