The Snakes! By CpSingleton © 2014
Every night I clamber for sleep.
Fingers sliced and bloody
By the paper thin veil that
I try desperately to rip apart.
Hours pass, yet stand still.
Songs of old crackle through
Stylus covered with dust and
Yesterday’s dead skin and grit.
The ceiling above expands and
Contracts with the broken rhythm
Of my laboured, ever-searching breath.
Yet, still the membrane holds firm.
Soon, the snakes slither by.
Their hissing continuous on
Either throbbing side, meeting
In the middle to unscrew skull.
Eventually, through no fault of
My own struggles, I drift away.
The veil folding around my limbs
Like a suffocating polyester shroud.
Its grip tightening around my
Unconscious body, restricting the
Oxygen, forcing back the CO2,
Cramping every tiny, minuscule muscle…
Until I blast off!! Through the
Heavy atmosphere of my own
Shallow sleep! Crying out for
That sweet tasteless oxygen!
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