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I curl myself up
In this little
Cocoon, of sorts

Closing my kaleidoscope eyes,
Hoping
Pleading
For a drop
of the sweet liquor that is sleep

The sheep
Are taunting me, it seems
Literally just
Dancing
Right upon my toes
Too quickly to count
So, there goes
That
Method

I chase down a shot of reality with
A sip of anxiety
Laced with the slightest bit of insanity

The burning aftertaste melts into a lingering distrust

Causing me to
Question
Just why people
Think
The way they do
Or
Act
The way they do
Or
Why my smile is
So
Goddamn
Crooked
And
How
Awful people can be so awful

This
Leads to my bed sheets
My deliciously warm abode of cotton
To slowly creep around my neck

And

As much as my fingers
Were burning to rip at the sheets
They were
Frozen
Seemingly glued to the mattress

Tighter
The sheets pulled
Tighter

The sheep
Those goddamn dancing sheep
Why weren't they saving me?
Maybe
Maybe I should have tried
A little harder
To count them in the
First
Place

This is it
I'm
Going
To
Die
By the fibers
Of my bed sheets
With
Dancing sheep
Mocking me
At the foot
Of
My bed

I think to myself
"Maybe this isn't too bad"

I let myself sink a
Little
Bit
Farther

The bed sheets get a
Little
Bit
Tighter

The night sky gets a
Little
Bit
Lighter

And
The alarm clock sounds
Before I ever know
How it
Ends

©Sabrina Smith October 2012