Sinking
Being awake at 3 a.m. is notorious for letting the demons in
It is when our souls let the darkness seep through the cracks
and for the claws to wrap around our hearts
But honey, being awake at 3 a.m. is nothing
compared to being asleep at 3 p.m.
as the world is up around you.
When you’re trapped under a blanket of vines
unable to feel the tips of your fingers
as they sink into the sheets
Copyright © Ngoc Tram Hong | Year Posted 2017
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