on a stack of dictionaries
and hope some new words come to me.
My pillow's no better.
I keep my eyes closed
moving through the seasons
but my head doesn't fit right.
Whenever I try to sleep
I end up fantasizing about disappearing.
No more pages, no more watching you
live on, your beautiful life
dangling like a string before me.
Hypnosis of the deranged.
Last ditch effort, enough of the digging,
there's nowhere below these
sheets of words, I can sink no further.
With warm water, I take a pill of
disbelief. And forget how sweet the relief.
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