Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Clinophobia- the fear of going to bed

My love is burning itself to ashes. I am consumed. I awake begging to forget the colour of your eyes. I detest the memory of my hand in yours. Your lips have poisoned me.

You pull me like the moon pulls the tides and I am hopeless, helpless, haphazardly clinging to the shore.

It’s all I can muster to whisper, stop, in my sleep.

I tremble like a leaf in your hurricane. I will you to forget my face.

I lay like a child on my side. A mountain range is rising from my spine. You are running down my face like hot blood.


You kissed my lips as you drenched me in gasoline. Without looking back, you strike a match.

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