Sleep

Eating is nice but it’s nothingness. 
Filled with flakes of skin. 
I’d rather sleep. 
Just collapse a few times. 
Onto something spiky. 
But they’re friendly spikes. 
Just collapse a few times. 
With no grin, no grimace. 
Just full, flying lips as I fall toward my pillow.
I thought I cared about feeling like a failure. 
If you stay awake long enough, you’ll get that ladder. 
Climb. 
Into bed. 
Fall. 
Into bed. 
Believe there’s something under that lumpy mattress besides springs. 
Eyes closing for the last time for a few hours. 
Regrets are just like eating your favorite dessert. 
Tears are burning, but don’t leave anything tonight.

I’d rather sleep. 
Soundly as-

A speck of dirt.

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