Ours is a love that leeches veins their indemnity
Stiletto heels wedged into the aching heart of
A jilted masculinity, she surrenders as night, an
Apparition fading horizontally. Traitorous this hand
That holds firmly a wrist muted for lack of reciprocity,
Wretched this beggar’s mouth welling with ejected pride
A moment held despite the sacrifice of sobriety. She belongs
To me in sentiment only. Her rib cage closes, a furnace inside
Which paradigms surrender ash, a fallen muse bending light
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Sleep wherefore art thou? My husband is intense pain and having nightmares and last night he actually managed some sleep but it was a stormy night and my daughter couldn’t sleep. Add that to the stomach bug I woke up with in the middle night woohoo. Three nights (now 4) with little sleep and I actually might be crazy. Who knows what I am writing at this point
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