Drug of Absence
I declare this little body.
My Substance –
Unholy sanctuary for little thoughts,
The only place for night’s retire
To draw the curtains – growing hair.
Wired to lofty beams by absence,
Drug of setting sun –
Now bed I a sanctuary of echoes,
Resounding in the lonely core,
I am become the nightmare walking.
I am Creature –
Who creeping, peoples,
This unbroken dawn.
Copyright © Alice Reynolds | Year Posted 2025
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