Cesarean
A dark whispering fear clogs
my mind like an old Victorian
chimney, unswept for decades.
An over anxious lump sticks to
my throat like the mucus of a
thousands deadly plagues.
Insomniac mist settles on my
eyelids only to be disturbed by
the halluigenic patterns of the
wallpaper dancing in 3D before
my eyes.
The pit of my stomach like an
endless well.
Hot irons impending their
flames with every twist of my
sleepless night.
My instinctual nature alive,
alert and awakened - my
civilised mind screams for
sleep.
The shadows pull my eyes into
a satanic blank stare.
My reflection is only
recognisable by habit.
The clock - tick tocks.
Dawn breaks.
Only to begin again.
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