Sleep
I'll take the winding back roads and hope to skid.
My mind aches when the wheels turn,
and I can't believe in the existence of myself.
Me,
myself, and
I. Three separate entities forming nothing.
Nothing,
And I can't breathe.
Copyright © Elizabeth Cabrera | Year Posted 2016
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