Anything But Sleep
Anything but sleep.
Fall over the steps.
And invisible soup spilling everywhere.
There’s a feeling of grappling.
Eyes bulging.
Anything but sleep.
Money, crying,
Mourning,
Never snoring.
Lying down.
Can’t see much.
Still awake though.
Anything but sleep.
Give me butterflies covered in slime.
Or burning ears.
Please give me…
Anything but sleep.
I might be immortal.
And it’s because I don’t sleep.
I am anything
but sleep.
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